who were meditating on the waves
which was meditating on the ocean,
I reflected on the recent past.
In the springtime, I brought a then lover
to our Friday night Dance Jam! where one of our community brothers -
a powerful, ebony skinned, middle aged man who is lovingly affectionate
with men and women, and who is all muscle as well as elegance -
was dressed in a tight, metallic skirt above black tights and a garter belt.
Immediately afterward, my lover turned to me and innocently inquired,
"Is he gay?"
I just looked at him, shrugged my shoulders and responded,
"Does it matter?"
DOES IT MATTER?
Not, does it matter who you are or how you move through the world,
but rather, can you just let others bee without having to define them, and place them
within some neat, little box just so your tiny mind can attempt to "comprehend" who's who and
what's what?
BEST YET, CAN YOU LET YOURSELF JUST BEE ~
can you accept that who you are is malleable and ever-changing,
that your beeliefs and ideas are perfect for now - whether or not anyone else agrees with you,
and that you can fart in public without shame, that you can jump up and down with joy and gratefully
experience beeing in your body and emoting expressively without needing a reason, or having to define a "why" and in complete and total acceptance that someone else, somewhere just may bee looking at you and judging, "who the hell does she think he is?"
And, you'll just squeal in delight and exclaim, "ME! I AM JUST ME."
"So, why don't you get up and try JOY for just this once?"
It may simply bee the solution to all of our woes.
THIS IS MY BIG DREAM FOR OUR PLANET ~
PLANET EARTH IS MERELY OUR PLAYGROUND.
IT IS WHERE WE ~ THESE GODS AND GODDESSES PARADING AROUND AS HUMAN BEEINGS ~
GET TO EXPERIENCE EVERYTHING/ALL OF IT.
LET GO OF YOUR SUFFERING.
ACCEPT THAT DEATH IS THE INEVITABLE SENTENCE THAT COMES WITH BIRTH.
AND REVEL.
(THERE'S NOTHING MORE TO DO.)
