the kind of love that grants wishes

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I say yes~ and I can do this in the powers of the earthen givers holding me like womb kin~

I feel deep inside somewhere far far away from the surface that I am whole, even here,
even here where I surrender consistently to feeling unseen,
unseen to the extent of being in a different realm, a film between us,
these people, me~

I wonder if in some way with my mind I create separation... but I feel hearts,
I can tell we are all beating here in these human bodies,
I can feel the rhythms of our bloods' outreach and return to the central organ that hungers for vital motion~
I can feel that we are here together, these bodies and me, these breaths,
I can feel the lungs, we are humans, bodies, beings, blessings in this time,
we are here to be free, and I wonder how many folks in this roots like rock region feel that too,
where is my reflection in these eyes I encounter? I see tiny glints of parts of my beauty,
and then we subside, as if it's too much light and the darkness of the underworld is a comfort, into the great weight
of holding hands with the hunt to survive here, it is a hard hunt here,
many humans hunching and hunting, so many individuals going,
what about the we, the weave of the we going together, holding hands with each other rather than the hunt itself?

I feel like an alien who has six navels from my many placentas and births throughout this life,
and when I mention such things here, even in the lightest of ways, I am suspected for dis-ease,
I hear that I am different and that I must have been running from something,
and maybe some of that but mostly running to and with something,
running to and with the breath of beauty in the fellowship of being free fearlessly,
letting go to be with the wind, allowing the release of why and doing for goddessence only~

I feel blessed in my ways and my wonders, and I feel reflected here the strong tradition in our society of working hard
to get anywhere,
working so hard the skin on my fingers splits from the heaviness I hold,
working so hard to be on the top in order to be seen,
how funny this is I think to myself when we can all see each other every moment if we choose to open here to each other,
to our true light shining endlessly, it is easeful, graceful flow, it is beauty and it feels good,
I feel like singing sweetly and loudly, it is SO okay to be free,
let go of these chains you beings of heavy hungers, and see each other,
see your own self flowing like holy water in these days, let the children teach you~

Let the children be seen, let the wise hearts of the youth share great teachings with you,
it is not enough that you have lived 50 years on earth to say that you know more, or can teach better,
and instead choose to know that we are all gifts to each other,
even the toddlers and the teenagers and the twenty-somethings~

It is true that I have had very few 'jobs' but look at how much work I have done! Can't you see the years of wise goings I have been surrendered to? Let us share in this divinely co.created masterpiece that is occurring here,
we can do this together~

I am asking for spaciousness, for release and love, for love from eyes who I have barely met, for love that doesn't mean sex and for love that means we are here together, I am with you, I want to hold you because I can see you and even if your language is slightly different you are beauty and I am of you ~ the kind of love that grants wishes and inspires spirit-action ~ the kind of love that I am, reflected back, true ~