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i love words

6/25/2016

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I love words! Come watch and hear me read some tonight!

OUTDOORS under the STARS in Austerlitz New York.

This event is MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM themed and my work is about FAIRIES! 
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How do we remember

6/13/2016

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How Do We Remember?

How do we remember
What our learning
Taught us
To Forget?

How do we remember
That this is it?

This nameless gem
At the center
Of our
Wise heart

Is that
From which
We are torn apart

Each time that we slander
Lack compassion
Compare
Separate
And split hairs

A thousand songs
And sermons
Screams
And images
Alike

Have been birthed
From the wombs
Of this knowing
That lives at the center
Of the wisdom gem

When will we listen?
When will we hear?
When will it stop?
All the hate
All the fear

We are threatened by that
Which we don't understand
So open your hand
undo that fist
When we stop grasping
We can see what we've
Missed

All along
We've been alike
Really one
Single thing

Dance
Create
Yell
And sing

In honor of this truth
That has gone nameless
Beyond time and space

There is no need to
Define
That which is our own
Face

Look in the mirror
And
See
Our skin
Our eyes
The hopes, dreams, and sighs
Belong to us

Remember what you have forgotten
Our heart is one
As are the paths we are walkin'

-Beth F

#makeartnotwar
#prayfororlando
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Pride

6/12/2016

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In the face of hate let love rain

#prayfororlando
PRIDE

(A poem in prayer for Orlando)

My life is an island
And you are the sea
My heart is an ocean
And you are the breeze

Everywhere I go
There you are

I'm open
I'm out
I know you're not far

My heart is screaming
Is crying
In the absence of your face

May the karma be cleansed
May we save the human race

-Beth F
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we came together

6/11/2016

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We came together

we were in the clouds lounging,
as Ms. J Small once mused.
And we looked @ each other
and we said, "This is it".

And we dived from our divine perches,
you like a hawk,
and I like a hummingbird,
and we entered these bodies.

Homes?
I know not.

But we knew before we dove
that you, this time,
would be the darkness.
And I the light.

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-&-

And just before we dove,
we pressed palms,
and we told the universe
a story,
of how we would meet.

Because we know we don't go it alone.

Because we may not know 
of home,
in bodies,
but we know of home,
in hearts.

And we are eternally destined 
to never be too far apart,
for too long.

Because our collective
destined melody,
is always a romantic song.
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​-&-

I know the truth of our love
even in the flesh,
because our eyes match up
most effortlessly when they are
known as the third.
& the profound fear and elation
we felt upon meeting for the very first time,
was the glory that Krishna
warned Arjuna of,
upon seeing God with ones 
​own eyes.

-&-

There is quite a bit that goes into preparing the body, mind, and soul to accept the truth of what is correct

But when your warmth finds mine,
and I know I've found home,
something takes the needle off the record,
that says "I just want to be left alone".


-Beth F
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A Call

6/3/2016

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I'm not supposed to talk
about the things that people don't understand
were not supposed to talk about the pain in our right hand
were not supposed to tell stories
that make people feel uncomfortable
were not supposed to express love
if its more than they can handle.

We're pretty much told not to be us
were pretty much told
to keep things hush hush.

It's hard to be quite
when inside you constantly hear screams
its hard to be quite
when there's so much going on behind the scenes.

It's like the wizard
of Oz
behind the curtain.
I've been Dorothy
I've been the lion,
Tin man,
i'm not so sure.
Wild monkey?
I have no fucking doubts.

Emerald City has been letting me out.

It's been letting me out while keeping me in.
A bedazzled heaven,
a shit storm of sin.

I'm tired
of being quiet.
I'm tired of lying to my own face.
I'm tired of hiding in closets,
of wearing what i'm told to wear,
of thinking what i'm told to think.
I want to wash it all down the kitchen sink.

I want the dream catcher to keep,
like a dream catcher,
the things I need.
And I want the bad dreams
to flow down the drain,
and be washed to a place where they wont harm the fish.

Om mani padme hum.
Compassion in action
I'm going home.

On beyond,
on beyond
I'm always going,
on beyond.

Always becoming, 
always becoming,
Buddha hai,l hail.
Buddha hail, hail.

Hare Krishna, 
hare Krishna.
Sat nam.

So many words,
to say the same thing.
So many words,
in my ears they ring,
as I close my lips,
as I tighten my fists.

When they call me he,
when they call me she,
when they call me things they wrote on a Wikiwe.

I'm so fucking tired
of God damn definitions.
I'm so fucking tired 
of trying to fit.

I want to speak.
I want to be heard.
I don't want to be a him.
I don't want to be a her.

I don't want body parts
to determine how much you love me.
I don't want the things i believe to matter.


I don't want people's brains to be splattered
in the name of something that just has many names.

Somewhere in Virginia there's a lotus pond,
people go there
searching for the one.

The one 
is right here
under my fingertips,
in the metal I'm pressing
against the wood lips.
It was made by someone
trying to make a living.

Make a living.
What the fuck does that mean?
I know it has nothing to do with money.
I know it has nothing to do with paper pressed with green ink.

I know it has nothing to do with the face of Abraham Lincoln. 
I know it has nothing to do 
with anything we think we see.

But, Abraham Lincoln
he had something to say.
He had something to say,
and he made himself heard.
And because of him, 
we live in a world,

a world that's a little bit brighter
than it was when he came in.
And for that I am grateful.

And I hope to shed light
on things like he did.
And I hope to do something that will make some random person 40 years from now
sit down and wish
that their life was more meaningful,
that they had a purpose,

I hope to have some sort of impact,
even if small,
on this world in a way
that will play like a call,
like a call to their ears,
like a call to their heart,
like a call that goes past their flesh
into their soul,
a call that tells them
YOU'RE ALREADY WHOLE

​-Beth F




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