“I know where I’m going and I know the truth, and I don’t have to be what you want me to be. I’m free to be what I want.” — Muhammad Ali

Black butterfly energy

the ocean watches as you float

exquisitely simple, you travel like light through pouring, purple rain — against a backdrop of judgement and disdain

a Goddess soul, fragrance fresh as air, a breath breathed in again and again

you are in the East of the day, the North of the night, the West in May, the South of the light

this is nothing imagined, everyone is their own standard, every version of life is true, everyone is a beginning and end, there can be no me — where there is no you

change for who, ‘compromise for what!’ a Dashiki with those trainers, a smirk with that suit, some cocoa in that skin, some fire with those roots

shake up the world, let it turn inside out, the Universe is our neighbourhood, let there be no doubt

touch your own heart, watch your chest rise and fall like a wave, catch that love in your palm, rub it into your face

who is the other — when there is only stardust, a life living, an awakened dream, an echo to an avalanche, a whisper to a scream