Everyone In Your Dream Is You

Walk naked through the world.
It takes more than skin to be seen.
Nothing is either or, everything is both and.
What shame has the self to offer the self?   

If you fall from a great height, catch yourself.
You are the falling, the fall,
the force, the impact, the surface broken,
the land. Your world is you. 

You are everywhere rippling.
Watch some body your body caught in waves.
Water underwater, you will not drown.
One self is always drowning in another self
to die wake another self. 
Grow lucid. Fly.
Flap your arms or not.
Go ahead, glow. Set yourself on fire.
You are already in heaven,
eternity is a blink, a blink is an eternity. 

If a snake asks you for directions,
do not run from yourself.
You are the egg and the egg layer.
Say, you are already home,
welcome mother father brother sister daughter son god. 

How I Become A Place

I eat my home.
I eat my yard.
I eat the place I live.
I put down roots by putting roots in me.
They say we replace the cells in our bodies every seven years.
That means this place has grown me multiple times over.
We’ve grown together. 

I often travel far from home,
and so I take home with me.
Searching all five oceans and all seven continents,
I pass through them,
and they pass through me.
I’m one place becoming another
and many places becoming one. 

I savor the places I meet,
not just fruit, not just fiber, also
air, water, even dirt.
I’m always full and becoming fuller.
I crave intimacy with spaces, so
I consume them and
they consume me. 

When I go, I take parts of places with me and
I leave parts of me with them:
my skin, my hair, my scent, my flora, my blood,
my breath, my words, my thoughts, my dreams.
I’m all these and they’re all theirs.
I become a part of them and
they become a part of me. 

I can’t read their scriptures wholly, so I digest them.
To live more deeply in them, I put them in me.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, earth to earth.
I was, I am, I will be all these things.
What I’ve taken out of them I’ll return when I rest.
I commit the ground into my body before
I commit my body into the ground. 

Bird’s Eye View

I’ve never stopped
wishing for wings. 

I’d settle for flight
but not for feathers. 

Glide through the heavens,
waft wind through my hollows, 

hang my bones weightless,
wait for my stomach to catch up. 

What I want most is to see it all
from different angles. 

Distance is overrated;
it’s all about motion.

There’s so much pleasure
to dance and be danced by.