Pilgrimage

Love in every moment 

fight to bloody nose and mouth 

for faith 

hold the shape

watch myself commune

savor the pilgrimage

remove expectation

insert

love yourself darling

Living and Dead

Brown, the colour of dirt

Flowers grow out of soil.

Red, the colour of blood

Life and death in an image.

Light blue, the colour of the sky today

Hope and terror align.

Green, the colour of long blades of grass

Blades: they sound violent.

Yellow, the colour of dying leaves

Something got a meal.

Grey, the colour of my rock perch

I saw a bird with a broken leg.

Mossy, the colour of the water here

Mix the living and the dead. 

So Nice of You to Include Me (Piece 2 of _)

Listen; I really love you

And your abstinence 

Frustrates me.

Can you explore your distinctions 

Between civility and fear? 

While I move the hands,

You hold them. 

I stride the feet, 

But you tell us where to go.

You're right, we've danced together

For so many years. 

I love the feel of your soul. 

When we pray in nature, I have never felt so bold.

On that note,

I am here to tell you

That I am not to be tamed.

Don't 

Attempt to domesticate me. 

Wisdom

If you choose a seat

You get situated there, and,

a bird shits on your head

you should move

Thoughts on Saturday

If I were to decide to mind my own business,

I think it would hurt

You.

Curiosity killed the cat,

Eight lifetimes in.

To give up

Would be so boring.

Masquerade

The headdress alone towers and glitters.

Feet adorned in boots. 

Scandal and flamboyance, 

Yet quiet, and still.

See the colours, 

See the dance. 

Watch the curves I show you. 

Look at the feathers on my arms. 

I am in the crowd.

We all sashay. 

Deep bass washes over us. 

Bada dada, papada, da. 

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Gluttony

Is Gluttony Chastity's opposite? 

Am I inside my creed? 

Is my humanity meaningful, 

Without a satiated need?

What do you make of deprivation,

If I call it fasting?

What do you call loneliness,

When it is everlasting? 

My steps make echos on the road.

People follow, when I'm long gone.

The mouth, now smaller than the body.

Why so very different here?

The risk of sate, a formidable fence.

Let every action be clear.