I was the one walking but I was also the road
Looking forward and back at everything I’ve chosen and done
Each step a frozen face in time, examining and passing along
Landscapes of my choices, horizons of things wasted or fulfilled
Is this the machine? Am I a wave front of the feelingless mother fractal?
Or grown like a fruit, tactile, friend of everything, mysterious companion?
Inevitably either connected, continuous, and cared for or
The smallest underdog pitted against ferocious galaxies colliding
But then while walking out on a trail, the sun setting
I felt I should be both, cosmologically androgynous
A victim of circumstances and a champion of intent
A pinpoint of light, insignificant, numb, remote, delusional
A rolling unconditional love breaking upon itself
A dignified cascade of resounding ecstasies
The very soul of love, overwhelming itself in a labyrinth of mirrors
Reflecting its own potential: being loved, loving, hatred, grief, and then love again
This self, dancing on mundane todo lists with a mystical imperative
The boots of the oppressor and the throat of the oppressed
My boot, my throat, my labyrinth, my love, my todo list
A tantric spiderweb, a meta temenos, a masterpiece of colliding kaleidoscopic nonlinear dynamics
Harsh cartesian daggers in the heart of tender, prayerful ontologies, this soft power and
These feelings unfurled behind the swing of my gate, my hips and my diving shoulder blades
And my footsteps now united, every organ its own heartbeat interjecting, conjoining
Subject, object, plurality, singularity, collective, independent
Revolutionary solidarity, talking at once
Hubub, pandemonium, orchestra, philharmonic
All the doors of all the neighborhoods open at once
The names of the rhythms washed over me
Cleaning and coloring, baptizing me in the colors of myself I never knew I could make
Leaving behind me in the beautiful desert of past traumas, the greatest temptations
All the self-made paradises, pleasure and pain, the enemy’s game
The brick and mortar of false civilizations doomed before they ever realize it
The consensus reality of our terror stricken status quo
We will rebuild the colossus and it will start
With a simple pilgrimage of a new mind
Through the ordinary schedule of our day
So that it can see reality is not longer imprisoned by Eden
And the tyrants that beckon to us are bankrupt
And the treasure is in our own pockets
And the sickness of our species is our greatest weapon
To transform, to surpass, to reach beyond!