It is for the Libration,
of mind and of
spirit that I
write.
It is for absolute freedom,
of religious fever,
sit in silent
room.
Even as the walls tumble,
divorce on the
horizon I still
write.
It is for my own sanity that I continue
to push my own mental, physical boundaries,
etching out my life in green and red flannel,
skipping meals but never skipping tea and coffee.
Pushing myself to get to the other side of that
plastic wall we have build for ourselves in order
to keep ourselves shielded from utmost reality that
we wont be flesh forever, our moments are sacred
and the journey has only started.
I live my life true to myself because to do otherwise
would be death of the self and I
am not ready to die just yet.
Allow me to give up your cereal conformity so that I may soar,
inspire others, to soar, so that we can all soar together,
smooth silky sativa sheets blowing in the echoing wind
free of all restrictions.
Heaven is the place you call bliss and Hell is the place you call torment.
It's all state of being.
Be in the place you wish to be.
Who cares what mom and pops,
sister and brother,
have to say,
at the end of it all its your existence,
your precious hours- so fill them,
Fill them with Love and reach for beauty, Unity of all things.
Paint, write, eat, love, enjoy, do, do, do whatever your passion drives you,
even if food is scarce and you end up locked in a tiny room hammering on
tiny square letters or inking out spaghetti lines on pages upon pages upon pages of
old torn school notebooks in red and green flannels
at least you are living for you.
Follow that passion that jovial pain
even if it means you work meaningless low level jobs of
folding clothes-stocking shelves-pumping gas-giving ass-flipping burgers-would you like another?
So yes I push myself,
too hard too far,
for pennies or nothing,
simply for the love,
the joy,
of creating because it is a privilege that not ever gets to have.!!!!
LIVE!@
LOVE!@
LIVE!!!!!
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
