question on origin, once more

I have once asked earth
am I from you?
when I do not have dirt in my hair

it laughed,
all I could know is that
I don't not know for sure

where I descended from
an earth or a sky
or probably a bit of them both.

ask and you will be answered

This is the fundamental lie
that questioning leads to an answer
maybe it is not that great, the answer
that arrives.

a song on motivation

Tools to make
the space is an open floor for you
to create, just start

A murmuration

it comes with negation
the way of the murmurations of birds
like a loud song and a soft meaning
we deny the reasons we are afraid
of the dark, of each other, of being the sole bird that leaves the rest
murmuring alone by the end of winter

Eve follows her Adam

For E, for comfort

Eve left, you tell me, in the bustle of the night
followed the Big Dipper into the north
but I missed her, you said, keeping a fluffy pink blanket next to your bed
sleeping companion, Eve ran after her Adam
who begged for food and was on a constant move northwards
the red door lays waiting for Eve, you say
I can hear in your voice the shake
that Eve must have followed her master

Eve returns, you message me,
with a bruise on her left arm with ash over her eyes
must be love, I say
or else why would anyone be covered in soot
ash to ash, door to door
like an old question mark, curled for an answer

Eve left again, you say
I deduce, she followed her Adam
ran after the Bid Dipper and disappeared
somewhere under the great night sky
you will keep the pink blanket, waiting for her to comeback
but sometimes when we run-
we cannot look back.

It is not a joke

To be rude, to make a space where a comment should have been

to be senseless to those who work under the sun

to make way for the hate to fill the places in you that should have been met with a smile 

to make a choice based on a lack of knowledge

to jump into a puddle without questioning the direction of the rain 

to make things lighter by using others as bait,

it is not a joke to cry on force, because someone else needs to smile. 

taking a step forward

lead me not behind your steps into

the realm of your opinions

or ones I made on my own

allow me experience to judge the lesser

between the two evils.

All else at once

You only appreciate your back when you stand

only look into the ability to breath when you are wrapped with a blanket

this is the short contradiction you are mostly yourself when you stop being 

all else at once. 

here, in the words

Here in the words
I throw out
what I can never fully dispose of, every day.

the undercurrent

Like an undercurrent
pulling over a log of wood
change does not wait for oxygen