An anonymous message, today-
It wasn’t from you.
You, being Divine Wholeness.
I wonder if I could ask you
To manifest,
Beyond narrative and Meditation,
As new media
Accessible as guidance
Into beauty, into connection.
You, being Earth,
For whom I do not cease yearning.
What if I were to lay my body down
On grassy property,
Melted into you
In plain view
On a New York world
So unbelieving
In liberation
And soil?
You, being Mother,
Warrior,
Co-signer in living and existing,
Leaving messages
In strange places, blocks
With strange ideas
About a world made of fabric—
Textile earth and threaded limbs.
You are no longer a question.
You are laughter that eludes me.
