For The Sake of Love and Art

There came a day

When the thoughts became so large

And heavy

That her spine would barely hold.

She remembered May 2011 

When a reiki master refused to touch her

As to not interrupt her journey 

Of self-actualization

Self-realization.

But right Now,

She lay desperate for sleep,

While her heart demands her fingers type;

And soul ignores

The personality’s lazy defiance.

Soul doest’t care if it’s 11:47pm 

On Friday night,

And its been a long effing week.

Type.

And ask

The largest question

We have ever had.

The person.

What is it though?

What is it thought?

Keep trying to answer bigger and different, 

Every time. Every time.

The person.

Any persons

All persons.

What is it thought?

What is it though?

What is it thought??

WHAT IS IT THOUGH?

W H A T  I S  I T  T H O U G H ? ? ?

Until the mind nearly stumbles off

The edge

Of its edge

Of its edge

Beyond its edge.

Maybe this is not our normal reality and way of being.

Maybe we’ve done this plenty before.

What if this could be true?

Then what is this?

WHAT IS THIS?

WHY IS THIS?

Does it matter?

Just wonder

For the sake 

Of love

And 

Art

x

O 

JUNE 8 2018