distance between wants and is

a million miles.

want nothing other than this. other than to Be. other than to...

want nothing. am ALL.

am village, community, touch the feet of my elders, bow in respect, and listen to elder stories and direction and Guidance. elders Know.

walking always.

walk towards the sun with children and wife and abbu and ammu and bhaiyas and kalathobhaiys and apas. roll deep. roll like schools of fish, like a murder of crows, even as the rifles point and shoot.

too spirit too strong.

you could keep the color you assigned me man of color obsession. you could come up with theories of how you are the best, the first, the envy, the....thing is you probably can't tell which man i'm not talking bout. that's cause babylonians are brown, white, black, red, yellow on surface and live surface and move with surface and socialize from surface and unionize from surface...

scrubbed through. scrub scrub...found the jewel in the Crown...the Hidden One...found what Was/Is, when i cease to be this form...these writings...keep your grades teacher...

...bow to the One before i do my papers. head on the ground for five even though i have four to hand in the assignment. recall that there is no one but One (la illaha illala). 99 times. even though i will miss your test if i continue. i answer to the call of the banyan manifest in the wrinkled elderly hands of my nana before i respond to your threats of termination for being late one more time.

...keep your jobs...i have Love to make..

...make Love without motion...

...immaculate birth.

have always been. Been. will Be...

thing is truth Is.

Truth.

leave you. leave to Be. left the clothes at macy's, and got on line towards You, by bowing to the truth around me.

come from a family of Truth. come from the lineage of Truth. have you heard? probably not. probably cause we are not in daredevil or empire or waking dead or kendrick lamar lyrics or adele grievances. not on the broke-hearted 27 list. not morrison or hendrix or rhoads or cobain or winehouse.

have been hung in every generation for walking opposite to the demands of romans.

my lineage is in the storm, in the rain that peyote healers sing about, that tabla drums wail like water without a need for audience or purchase.

i Am because that which i re-member was dismembered, was only a collection of kodaks that had emotions set to them like soundtracks on the window phonograph. allahuakbar. oops. said it. blacklist. prayed. bowed down. prayed for you. prayed for me.

the speech from home-king yunus was to leave wanting for am-ing, for being the mirror of that reality. reality is a reflection of that which you believe.

what do you believe?

i believe in love, community, village, purpose, selflessness, doing, movement, nourishment, the ancient ways, respect for the ways, peace, harmony...

i believe in us working together to make this happen.

i believe in Being by releasing familiarity for the unfamiliar, for that which works, that which may be outside the zone of comfort, to accomplish...

accomplish by letting go of this container and trusting in the Design...all praise is due