intermittent raindrops
cool my skin
like
the intermittent teardrops
on my soul
i am me
and not me
leaning in
listening
and boldly moving forward
honouring truth
that whispers love
no faking this dance tonight

what creature springs forth
on a stormy night
in november
what creature springs forth
from a stormy heart
in november

sideways
the full moon smiles
orient yourself
to see
we wish upon ourselves
the multitude of the stars
yet when we reach
we let truth slip
through fingers
uncertain

yes it's 3am
and yes i am not sleeping
yes i need you


there is an uprising in my heart
cascading from my lips
to you
to everyone


it's not business as usual
it can never be again
until every baby's belly is full
until every dream is imagined
until pathology is buried beneath greed


i will dance

occupy truth

trying
to latch my longing
onto the tail of the occupation
slipping each time i grab
but always falling
forward

grrr when the uglies set in
and your guts want to spew
green gobs of phlem
but another part says
'oh on, not the phlegm!!!'
but you want to spit it anyway
and at first you hold it in your stomach
as it aches and turns
and you think you can keep it down
but it still biles up
and you spew it
all over who is listening
and seeing and feeling
and to your surprise
they wipe it off
and say
wow, man
what's the next line

we need to get it right
sink down into the very core
of our being
and discover
'what is being asked of me'
wallow in the uncertainty of
the complexity of life
only then
will we respond
without the uniform
without the mask

occupy truth
witness to spontaneous wonder
as my parents sleep at the wheel
i am melting into this
luxurious space
and my wild soul
is captivated
by possibility, connection
and love
fucking occupy truth
and claim what is ours
this is the collapse
the beginning
occupy love