Searching
I’ve spent this weekend searching.
Searching for answers..
For hope..
Life..Energy..
Friends, family..
Arms to fall into.
An exit..
Release..
Blunts in heavy rotation.
Dranks in rotation.
A well oiled machine.
I stare at stars for perspective.
At smiling faces illuminated by firelight, laughter and conversation swirling like smoke.
We done done enough hurtin’, let’s dance.
Let’s remember ourselves in each other.
I need this.
You need this.
We need this.
It’s all Love.. right?
That’s All that is.
All of trauma revolves around a lack of.. right?
We busy ourselves with byproduct, with symptoms of sickness, with treatment of symptoms of sickness, with band-aid.
But a band-aid can’t cure Cancer.
Only Love can do that — Intention — Compassion.
I want to believe we’re capable.
That we can look into eye of brother and sister and see brother and sister before costume — before body — before vessel.
I want to believe we’re capable of knowing God.
But we dissect.
We compartmentalize.
We cut and crop.
My prayers are with the LGBTQ community.
I stand in solidarity with BlackLivesMatter.
My prayers are with Syria.
Pray for Ghana.
Pray for Nigeria.
Bitch.
Pray for Us.
Pray for humanity.
Pray for Life.
Pray for Mother and all of her children.
We are suffering.
All of us.
We are suffering.
Our anguish, our apathy in the air.
Coating our skin, our throats.
Each breath harder to take than the last.
We’re lost.
We’re searching.
We don’t know what to do..
How to do..
But we have to figure it out.
We have to redirect.
We have to be the highly cooperative, intelligent, ingenious, harmonic creatures we’ve always been capable of being.
We lend our energy, our time, our bodies, our minds, to industry invested in the destruction of Life. We devote our Lives to media, material, institutions,— industry rooted in the destruction of Life.
Why?
What good can come of it? Of this cycle and its increasing pace? It’s growing complexity?
What good?
I’ve spent this weekend searching.
@MycDazzle
