
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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![]() 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? 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 In the face of hate let love rainPRIDE
(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 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. -&-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. -&-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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