not some freak!
she has feelings and dreams,
just like you!
she works hard, harder than most,
and gets things done,
in spite of……
she loves to read and to think,
her mind is not warped….
she doesnt want your pity,
she wants your respect.
she’s human, not a joke,
she’s nobody’s mistake,
with a heart open and caring….
she can do what you can,
and maybe even more….
for her disability is not
the judgement of ignorance!
a human being, beautiful young woman,
whose dreams may change the world!
smells like, tastes like,feels like, talks like….i feel your need,for you are part of mine.you taught me about love,when you were hurting.the buddha in me,reaches out to the buddha in you.we inhale and exhale,and night becomes day.the buddha in you,the question and the answer.each a part of the other,one must be for both to be.the…
the hurtling swagger of rivers,the deep bass stillness of mountains.the whispered longing of the trees,dancing naked in moonlight.the hymn of the grasses,calling forth life.the groan of the earth,just turned by the plow!i hear the reggae beat of the cities,the hum of movement and work.the chords of factories and mills,the horns blown by the shops.even the…
then i am the prodigal,…without name,…..or country.your silence drowns…the small child in me,……and leaves the bodyfor the birds of prey!my destination,…lost in the sands,i leave no footprints behind.…nothing more,…..than a wisp of smoke,planting icicles in time’s garden!
that taking hands touches.that shaping lips kisses.that barks, howls, groans, and chirps…that is the lift beneath wings.that is both scent and journey.that is the language between us.defining one inside the other…tis breath, then….(that being fire, becomes fire.that being human, becomes human.that leaving body, becomes spirit.that being lonely, takes a body.that naming god, does not know.that…
as she climbs the pathway to eternity?to be the lantern, no, just the match,just outside the door to your heart?to be the dew lying with the grass,the voices of trees whispering?the hand that takes the small child’s hand,the howl that names the wolf?the passion inside the thunder clouds,the soft prayers of the creek gurgling o’er…
