I.

Reasons for writing this will change with every word and experience.

II.

When my body dies, it will remember for a moment. So, I adore what it brings today.

III.

May this body adore bodies that are not mine, because they will become what has been done.

IV.

Although this is the body I have chosen, I will lay this shell to rest.

V.

Let my truth ring beyond the elements.

I.

I understand some things are symbols and messages.

II.

Let it in. Let it speak. Take it as a message and nothing more. What I do depends on me.

III.

Some voices will try to lead my way, but I know it is their path and not mine.

IV.

Listen beyond the ear.

V.

Listen.

I.

Singing is speaking.

II.

Speak when I want, not when pushed.

III.

Know that my speech is power. Know that it must be.

IV.

Understand speech is beyond the lips, tongue, and breath.

V.

Understand that some ears are hungry for a knowledge. They will tempt the lips.

VI.

Speak with protection.

VII.

Breath moves in many directions.

I.

I know my actions are all. This is also true while I am asleep.

II.

What I do is done with adoration.

III.

I understand the power in my choices.

IV.

What can be done is beyond the body.

V.

Transformation is doing.

VI.

Act not in violence, but in defense of violence. Strike when necessary.

I.

I know and understand I am the creator. I am all.

II.

I am beyond the body.

III.

I am always in creation.

IV.

I must not look for validation, but know what is true. For all parts of me are not confident in their honesty.

V.

No earthly mirror can reflect who I am.

I.

Feeling.

II.

Space.

III.

Everything.

IV.

Dark.

V.

I know I’m spreading.

I.

Marvin plays in the background. It’s 7:17am. The room is half dark. The room is filling. Sounds race past the windows. A gray and blue landscape appears outside. Cars race to work and nowhere. Everyone is in a hurry. It’s slow in here. A whisper rings. It’s loud and seems as if no one else can hear it.

II.

A couple is kissing, touching, feeling. A truck hits a pot hole. The sky is a blue and purple with a gray that’s holding on. The lights on the outside of the building a brighter than what is to come.

III.

People fill the room. Voices talk. Souls are listening.

IV.

Every deity cries on this day, but not many feel the rain.

And they’re yelling, the gods, but the people are too busy in their own noise.

And they’re showing, but the people are blinded by their mirrors.

V.

Yellows, reds, blues, purples, and grays are appearing. They all turn into gray.

I.

And you thought this was about you. What a pattern, reoccurring. A never learned lesson. The shade of your skin has no importance here. Your constructed appearance has no value beyond material.

II.

The deities let out a an overwhelming sigh of sadness and disappointment, but the people mistake it for a breeze.

III.

And the skies are gray because the gods can’t find a color for their troubles,—their pain.

I.

The room becomes quiet. Walking becomes standing. Breathing becomes silent sobs, sitting becomes a slump.

II.

“Don’t call my name” it says.

*Writing with the voices, again*

III.

Talking to the soil. Speaking with the grave. Walking where they rest. Knowing there are beds underneath every step. Opening windows to let them in.

IV.

“Tell them that the books they’ve learned from have no meaning in the beyond. Tell them.”

V.

The people in the room are moving again.

I.

The day passes and another comes. This morning feels different. It’s not easy to figure out what happened.

II.

The cafe is closed when it should be open. The line gets a little longer, over time. A few people call and no one answers. One of the workers arrives for a shift. She is confused. Her co-worker didn’t appear this morning. “That’s unlike her” she says “She’s always early.” She calls her co-worker. The phone rings then goes to voicemail.

“Hi, I’m calling to check-up on you. You didn’t show up today and I wanted to see if everything is going good. Give me a call back. I’ll call the boss to let her know, bye”

III.

“ ”

IV.

Days keep going. She never comes back into work. Her family doesn’t answer the phones. She couldn’t be reached. Time walks. Time runs. Time slurs. Time sleeps. Time hides.

V.

People are not coming into work. People are not spending money.