Without End

I’m poised, I’m stiff
i speak in my own mind, revealing thought and perspective to share the practice
love CAN be better, and only the receiver can be the judge
salida vamanos, steer clear of dreams too close
it’s all vocal, all storytelling, all visceral

don’t be afraid of your own spoken word, spoken voice

I speak to those
when there’s an opportunity to love, to comfort, to give, to support, is that calling filled
only snippets of fufillment can be adequate
heavy emotions clouding over a lack of understanding
stop all mirrors
blend into your own skin
can it all really be shared?
does the weight invite true listening?
straighten out your shoulders
hunch the back
right foot over the left
head ground parallel

Continued…
Sat stuck in a sea of people