I AM NOT MY FACE

I am not the collection of nagging critic
- looped in my head
I am not the piece of garment
- wrapped around my body
I am not the stream of second-hand ideas
- heedlessly run on the surface
I am not the knee-jerk, check it off the list category
- discounted to be forcibly boxed in
My skin color does not define the true essence
- of what my past times on Earth written to me
My hair texture does not paint the whole picture
- of my soul pigment
My eye shape does not register with
- the fleeting impression of feeling understood
My lips do not grant the voice of others
- to put me downward spiral
i am not my stories
- nor my ancestral narratives
i am not a one-tap-away QR code
- read and generated by machines
I am not the manmade frequency of
- socially engineered algorism
I am not my mental shortcuts
- nor mental models created for me
I am not a sample of my physical attributes,
- traits, abilities, inabilities
I am not my false evidence
- appearing real (F.E.A.R.)
I am not the matrix and divided consciousness
- that can be effortlessly torn apart
I am not my unpolished, raw
- face-scape
I carry the crisp, first breath
of the spring breeze
I kiss the fertile ground
- let loose, bloom wilder
I take cosmic wings
- of the soul
I savor the mist
- of the afterglow
I tattoo the ‘je ne sais quoi’ atlas
- of the double rainbow
I am re-united
- with the inner Sirius,
- the timeless guiding spirit
- of rose dew
i give alchemizing birth to a touch
- of the singing bowl
- that rings the infinite indigo
- with grace, hope, and radiance.
~By rose, 12:38 am, 6/11/22

Out Of Gravity – The Greenhouse

“I live my life in growing orbits which move out over this wondrous world, I am circling around God, around ancient towers and I have been circling for a thousand years. And I still don’t know if I am an eagle or a storm or a great song.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God