Masterpiece
As I stand and speak my mouth moves without think-
Ing of how to move, how to form the words that flow through the air in waves…
Over to you...
Who…
Ever…
May open their ears can catch the power that rolls of my tongue, in this, very, moment.
As I stand and speak I wonder if this, is really me…
If feel as though it is not me choosing these words, this voice, this tone, or volume.
Something is flowing..
Through me…Like a frozen river Appearing to be solid, composed and motionless on my
outside
Yet -
Underneath the hard exterior, there is power... and mystery...
Flowing fast
With the only destination of…
One.
Every drop of me is an energy looking to connect and flow as one
Searching for the others to guide to the same pool.
Where is this pool... basin lake reservoir or ocean.
I am trying to find it to become one.
Where is the love, connection, liberation that is felt when we co-exist as one?
Maybe…
OOO!
MAYBE!
WE WILL BE LEAD TO THE POOL OF TUCK EVERLASTING
WHERE WE
AS ENERGETIC VESSELS OF MOLECULES, LOVE AND INSPIRATION WILL LAST
FOREVER BECAUSE WE, ARE 70% H,2,0.
DON’T, YOU, KNOW?
What if in this life our souls are recycled.
Like every drop over water that is sucked up by condensation, kept near the atmosphere, held by the clouds, released to become precipitation to touch the earth, cleanse the palettes, and change the world.
Then?
Our souls?
Are rinsed and repeated.
What if me, right now, on the inside, is a mosaic of souls, that were once on their own journey to fulfill their purpose- but they became shattered and broken.
Their life was cut short.
Before they could complete, their mission.
When looking at this mosaic up close, it feels, like a conundrum
When you step back and take a look at the abstract whole, I, can be, a master piece.
As are you.
A masterpiece
Of pieces That fit together better than Ying and Yang. Cheech and Chong. Salt and peppa. Mac and cheese. Rise and fall. Up and down.
We forget that within all of us is our own masterpiece.
We, as humans,
Get stuck in in a maze that we think is like the one in the triwizard cup
With that walls that we cannot change
The vines the reach for our ankles
And darkness that will swallow us whole.
We think we do not know how to navigate.
When in reality.
We can blast the darkness with our light.
We can move, and change the walls.
Shift, zoom out, and navigate our inside.
We must look within for the guidance, not, without.
As I stand here before you, my inner clusterfuck of a masterpiece is banging on the door to tell you this
In this stage in the water cycle, there will never be another version of you.
There will never be another molecular make up, like you.
So drop the walls of your maze, listen to your mosaic of a soul, use your voice, and change the world.
One drop
At a time.