I feel my roots reach out for the ground
But I can’t grow down
Because I’m stuck at this desk
I’m stuck in this field
Where so many things still need to be healed.
I’m a Bodhisattva
That made a vow
And still I struggle
To know how.
How do I stay sane
When I have to hand over
My life
To a number on paper
A fork and knife.
Food isn’t what it used to be
I want to grow my mother
To feed
You and
Me.
I’m tired of hunching over
This energy frustrated machine
It’s taking my art
And making it unclean.
My manager edits my work
Before she even reads a word.
The containers we put ourselves in are absurd.
In a nation where a misogynistic,
Prejudiced,
Rapist
Can run for office
We’ve got to wake up and realize
There is something wrong with all this!
In the words of the Hammock
Which remain unspoken,
The breath guides the heart
And lets the truth open.
Open up devil,
Open up lotus,
Show me how to deal
With this modus.
This modus operandi,
That we’ve accepted as truth.
The only way out
Is in, out, and through.
I know what I want to do
And I want to do it with you.