Women’s March on Washington (AP) January 21, 2017.

This I Know

Life is uncertain.
Did you know it?
The poor know it.
The broken, imprisoned and marginalized know it.
The hoodwinked-bamboozled aboriginal native and occupied peoples know it.
Women!
Boys & Girls.
The “weak,” minority and oppressed classes know it.
The blacks know it for sure, shit.
The gays.
The outsiders, wallflowers, “the other”(s) know it.
The actors, artists, poets and prophets try their damnedest to let us f**king know!

And we are hard of hearing.
And we are terrified.
Ahhh, absolutely terrified!
The blue states.
The red states too.
Get a clue.
Aleppo. Turkey. Papua New Guinea. Philippines. Ukraine. Yemen.
Hometown: Jackson, Mississippi.
It’s all over baby.
And your $$ won’t keep you safe.
And your privilege won’t keep you safe.
And no wall is big enough.
Cuz yo “whiteness” is no longer a refuge.
America’s phallic arsenal won’t keep you safe.
Top heavy towers of power are caving.
And the jihadists didn’t start it, neither Trump nor the big banks are behind it all. Not really.
See, in the Permian period global temperatures raised 5 degrees long before Karl Benz.

President Donald Trump’s children at the Inauguration January 20 (AP). Children protesting with their parents at various Women’s march locations on January 21, 2017.

Could the real enemy be life itself?
Or perhaps the lies we are fed —
Don’t do drugs.
Don’t have sex before…
Don’t have sex with…
Go to church, temple, mosque.
Go to college.
Go to work.
Get a house.
Get married.
Get knocked up.
Pay your taxes.
Rock the vote!

All good and fine but it won’t keep you safe or sane.
Know this and keep yo right mind:
Life IS uncertain.
There is no gospel that promises safety here on Earth.
And Miss Sharon Jones crooned so sweetly, “People don’t get what they deserve.”
And another one.
And another one.
Another one gone too soon.
Get pissed, cuss, cry your crocodile tears and phone moma(s) and/or dad(s). Brother. Sister. Friend. Lover. Neighbor. Flesh. Blood.
Be still and pray, “Our Father in Heaven” and wait.
For Mercury to get his ass outta retrograde.
Cultivate mindfulness.
Sit Shiva.
Hajj and raise holy hands, ‘’الحَمْد لله”.
And wait.

Images from Women’s March in Washington and other cities around the United States. (FB accounts of Qasim Rashid, SamWhiteOut, Sally Kohn)

Don’t despair.
Keep your eyes wide open I tell you and wait for something beautiful:
A glimpse of the Kingdom, the fifth dimension, magic, energy, a taste of Nirvana. Whatever.
You’ll know it by it’s fruit.
A guileless smile.
A reminder however short-lived that although life is uncertain we are here. Together.
Deep breath.
And every day is a New Year, every breath a new beginning…to what?
“To re-decide,” moma says.
In the head and heart when uncertainty would be confused with powerlessness, scream —
F**k no!
We are here, and there is always in this moment our vital opportunity to “wake up!”
To generosity.
To light.
To love.

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