Wednesday 26 July 2017

Little Mirror II

It is not that if we are willing to give love unconditionally 
that we will be met with reciprocation 
by those whom we want to give unconditionally to.

It is that if we give unconditionally,
those who see themselves as worthy of their own grace
will open up to the gift of accepting the joy we want to give.

Projections

Your deep 
lush eyes 
stare 
right 
through me.

The distance 
between us 
grows ever 
                     larger 
with my 
yearning.

The perfect 
sym - metry 
of 
your 
face 

reflects 
      the 
imperfections
          of my 
soul.

Save me. 
     Nourish me. 
         Nurture me.

Allow me
    this small 
victory 
    so that 

I may be 
at peace
  with myself. 

The Prisoner


Let me go
set me 
free

This is 
not 
who I am

This is 
not 
who 
I want 
to be.

I am 
enslaved 
by you

but I want 
to break free.

Let me go, I say.
Let me be.

Little Mirror

I don't think life teaches those who hurt us lessons, like: they will learn of what they missed, regret and melancholy will dawn on them, they will come around to realising what they have lost. Instead, I think life quietly holds up a mirror and if we look closely enough we will see the parts of ourselves we have tried to give away, reflecting back to us - ready for the taking. No, there is no lesson learnt by those who - intentionally, or unintentionally - hurt. There is no moment of awakening for them to the loss that is you. There is only ever you. And what you can bring to yourself. Always. 

Tuesday 25 July 2017

La Loba

What is this
feeling
pour-
        ing out of
me?

I feel it run
threw the
sinews
at the back
of my thighs

flooding my
calves with
thick
currents.

It sits behind my
rib cage and
sings ever so
loudly

calling out a
desire for life
to the
universe.

It turns my
stomach
into a pit
of anticipation

only for the
rawest
tenderest
beauty.

It fears not
the ugly
nor
the grotesque

but welcomes
them to rest
beneath the down
of my lip.

It screams
and howls
from within,
madly into
oblivion

and passes
its energy
on into
life
ad infinitum.

This. Is a
wolf coming
home.

It is
nature's
truest
form of
love.


Seasons

When
you
touch
me

the seasons
change.
Little green
leaves fall
from the branches
of my trees

and are
replaced with
a breeze
blowing through
where they lived.

Birds perch
on my edges
for
a fleeting
moment

and then fly
away
as if they
were never
there to
begin.

The sun rises and
sets and as twi-
light
engulfs me
for a second

I know -
all
is well.


Monday 24 July 2017

Life's Lessons

Life
has taught
me
  that
        i

am not
        above
hurt,
     pain,
regret,
    addiction

needing,
    wanting,
ignoring,
    feeling

losing,
    longing,
desiring,
    burning

raging,
    aching,
fuelling,
    hurting

faulting,
  drowning,
crying,
  and even
         surviving.

    Life
has
    taught
me
that
        i

am
      nothing

and in being
nothing

I am
everything

(grotesque
   and
 glorious)

all at
once.

Friday 21 July 2017

To be or not to be? Why we never question monogamy.

It's been a while since I have written a rhetorical piece. And I have nothing in particular to write about now except a deep-seated awe for the process that is life.

With no conscious effort, in the aftermath of the breakup I had, I've been thinking long and hard about one thing in particular: monogamy.

To set the scene, coming out of a relationship makes one realise that it is literally impossible to have all your emotional, physical and spiritual needs met by one person. I look at the people in my life who are in monogamous long term relationships and while they work some of the time, there is inevitably something missing in the way of happiness and satisfaction that does not seem to be missing from the lives of the friends who have healthy single lives. These monogamous friends say that in order to make a relationship work, there has to be a lot in the way of compromise. Compromise on goals, careers, lifestyles, time, and space.

This is the thing though, I am not so sure that this needs to be the case.

From the time we are born, we are taught to aspire to having a single partner to spend the rest of our lives with. And so much of the time, this is purely an accident of timing. As illustrated in Master of None, the person you happen to be with in your mid-twenties ends up being the person you are socially expected to spend the rest of your life with. I don't know about to you, but to me, this seems like a heavy burden to place not only on a person, but on a relationship.

I don't want to pass judgment on anyone's relationship, but the thought of being with a single person for the rest of my life is suffocating. Extremely suffocating. There is so much beauty and connection to be explored in this world, and in this age of globalisation and increased connectivity it seems so limiting to choose a life path that forces you into turning to a single person for the majority of your needs.

Look, I am not saying that monogamy can't work. I am saying that it is unfair to expect monogamy of everyone. People are so varied in their preferences and their personalities, and just like we have different tastes in terms of other things in life, we may have different preferences in terms of what we expect from relationships.

The strange thing to me is how rarely it seems that monogamy is questioned in modern society. Yes, there is a growing community of polyamorous people but this is still so small and rare, and the territory is so unchartered that many people are afraid of it. What else perplexes me is that there are many people, especially neoliberals, who question every aspect of life, including purpose and the existence of God, yet somehow turn a blind eye to monogamy. These very people are serially monogamous themselves. And while they appear happy I wonder if they truly are.

I can only write from my own experience, and what I am writing here may not be universally true but  after much thought on the topic the only thing that makes sense to me is the line from Kanye and Jay Z's no church in the wild. Basically:

Love is cursed by monogamy. 

And I'll tell you why. It is because a society that imposes monogamy on it's members is one that ignores the varied needs of different types of personalities. I have a friend, a really good one, who has never had a serious romantic relationship. She is single, she is happy, her needs are met and she is thriving. She actually has no desire for the emotional intimacy of a relationship, and that is something that should be respected. Instead what we find is that society perceives her to be dejected and incomplete because she does not have a partner.

I'll use myself as another example here. I am a lover. I love human connection. And after having tried it a few times, monogamous relationships simply do not work for me. Because by their very nature they are limiting on the kind of intimate connections you can have with others. These connections need not only be sexual. They can be cerebral. They can be spiritual. But for some reason, monogamy dictates that you can not, SHOULD NOT, love another.

It makes no sense to me that the human heart is designed to love only a single "soul-mate".  I yearn for the day where we are able to honour connections with multiple people, lovers, friends. And have something beautiful with all of them. Logistically, the path for this to work is polyamory, and a lot of work is required in the way of managing people's feelings and setting ground rules. But as a good friend of mine said to me, for any relationship to work there needs to be an uncompromised level of respect and space.

To me this was profound. I also perceive the type of person that is open to such an arrangement to be a relatively emotionally evolved person. One for which petty jealousies are not a serious threat to their own internal happiness. A person who understands that if their a partner is connecting with another human it does not preclude them from their own special connection with someone else. Wouldn't it be a beautiful world, if we could all allow each other the space to connect so freely? If this were the norm?

So why then do we not question monogamy. I think there are two answers, the first is fear and the second is comfort. We are too afraid to upset the status quo and in the complexity that is this world existential angst is largely relieved by the notion of having "someone to share it with". Secondly, this is comfortable as it provides a cushion upon which the rest of one's life is rested. That is, with monogamy as the norm, and a joint path to navigate individuals bypass the harder task of trying to find meaning to a life that might not have one.

Untitled

Energy.
Unbridled
loyalty to
your tribe.

Wide
eyes - a
girth greater
than the
ocean

The depths
of your
soul hollowed
out in submission
to a bloodline

Not made of
blood but of
raw
electricity -
blue. And white.

Open to longing,
to
love.
Giving, so
effortlessly.

Spending.
Like a well that
will never run
dry -

watering. Oh,
watering and
endlessly tending.

You are all things
of beauty rolled
into one.

The line of life
and light runs
through your
bones -

static current.
Warm and fluid.
Flowing for an
eternity.

Dear one,
What is this?
What is this
I see?

Wednesday 12 July 2017

Death meet me.

I remember the first time I was no longer afraid of dying, it happened after decades of walking around with an iron clad chest, held tight with thick wrought links, wrapped around me in a concatenation of fear. Each link soldered together in the language of angst: locked, unbreakable. Through the girdle; unable to move, too afraid to think, too nervous to be
Be. 
I stepped outside on a bright day, and the canvas of a mountain appeared before me - in the distance - coming no closer with every step I took. The gray peak accented with valleys of feral green, which seemed no larger than a handspan of shrubbery. It held eons of wisdom in its unwavering existence. And as I put one foot in front of the other, in no extraordinary way, the chain cracked and fell to the ground. Unremarkably I knew I could die then and there, and it would all be okay. 
Existence needs me not, but nor do I need existence. 
I am free. Death meet me.   

Monday 10 July 2017

Skin

Smoother than
finely sanded
marble dipped
in thirty-six
glass glazes,

softer than the
down beneath
an arctic fox's
tiny chin,

saltier than a
kiss from the
ocean.

Bejewelled with
sand spots - so
many that they form
their own intricate
language

and speak in tongues
as rounded tips lol
over gentle peaks
and taut dimpled
troughs.

Ah!
     The slow song
           of
                ecstacy -
Your Skin!


Sunday 9 July 2017

Split-stream

A stream
split by
stone

creates
the illusion
of two -

only momentarily.

The Colony

Before the shadow
of the mountain
casts over
the city

and
those who
were robbed
of their land
find bridges
to call theirs
for the night.

Before
the sewers
give birth to
infested rats

to roam
the streets
perilously
sweeping up
dead birds
and trampled
cigarette butts.

Before dawn
breaks and the
first taxi hoots
leaving the Grassy
park station.

There is
room for
an eternal
expansion of
my heart
into this
place I call
home.
My heart
is a tiny
deserted
house
on a desolate
beach.

You came by
on a sunny
day and
opened its
shutters.




Saturday 8 July 2017

Oh Mould! My saviour.

They tried
to make
it work
between low
rentals, and
four young
babes in
bathtubs
surrounded
by moulded
silicone

peeling off
edges, akin
to the edges of
their life. Peeling
away, bit-by-bit.
Slowly, slowly.

Dirty kitchen
floors help their
feet. White bread
with tomato sauce
keep them alive.
But what existence
is this?

I'll tell you. It
is the existence
that thousands
try to call life,
no, home.

For the eight
young legs, it
was home. Too
young to
carry shame -

in the embryo
of sanctity
threatened
regularly by
the leather strip
calling, calling,
intermittently
from the sjambok
in that kitchen
corner.

Also held up
by stained linoleum-
eye peering, waiting,
for the moment it
would come alive -

strong leather. Un-
breakable. Break-
ing. Bending. -
snake like rapid
strikes and a crash
that would only
resound
as far as the
light bulb hanging
from a single wire in
the middle of the room

sometimes at night.
Sometimes in the
middle of the day.
Sometimes after
too many unimpeded
morning laughs, by
the four mouths

playing with reckless
abandon on the
cracked concrete that
bled out from the
creaky kitchen half-
door.

One day the peering
eye left. It was never
to be seen again - on that
day the bathtub dislodged -
the mould penetrated the
cement, and the tub fell
apart. A large crack down
the enamel middle.

Six became three a side
became two, became
one.

And life continued-
            Solitary.


Friday 7 July 2017

The Gods of Compassion

Your
existence 
is porous
and 
alive

from 
every
inch of 
you
compassion
is radiantly 
diffused

When 
you lift 
your chin 
to look at 
the sun

glory is 
reflected 
back 
boundlessly -

For your Heart
is like no
Heart.

It breathes 
salted mist. 
Crystalline.

And those
beads of
mist

crystallise 
into gems
of mercy

that pour 
from 
your 
fingers

endlessely 
into the 
cup 
of life.