Life is but a serenade
All this
Lessons & blessings
I am 
A teacher
A warrior
Brave
I close my eyes
And all the "commitments" fade
Stop
Listen
And you will see what you've been missin'
We created this division

You see that gauge 
In the flesh of the earth?
You've been diggin' up
A false sense of worth

I'm speaking of a true birth

The kid that is more than
A mirror
It doesn't come from between
Knees
Unless you see legs
When you look at trees

Mama Aya
She's been calling to me
Asking me to settle down
And in
So I can be shown
The moan
That comes before the unknown
And the cry of life
That follows first breath

My depth lies much deeper
Than flesh
My heart is lavender
In a forest chest.

-Beth F

​

Blend the black and white to
create the grey

This is all I want to do today, this day

            Every single moment 
            Every Single Way

There's a paradigm
                      A spectrum

        I tilt left and right
                     A therapist 
                             Once held a ruler
                     up to my face
      
​        This is your mom
                 this is your dad

               Black & white
                            are sorta bad
          
            It's OK to be sad
                     That's what Jeanne said
                     And Mauricio

                                    And everyone else in
                                       the church

                    Who was also crying
                                     themselves to sleep
                                                     at night
                    Just suffering together
                               was enough to help
                                  us to feel
                                       held together tight

                     Shaking in my skin like
                        I'm 15 again
 
                              It's me, it's us,
                              It's him

                           Why the fuck do I 
                                  have to live this
                                        reality over and over
                                                   again?

                        I'm not a flower in
                              the attic
                     
                        I'm not the replacement 
                          drug for the fucking
                         addict

                       I'm not your mother Mary,
                           your divine savior

                                  or a pretty face
 
                           I refuse to run in
                               This 100 meter race

                          This is a prayer right
                               now to everything that
                                  is sacred in this
                                  place
                                  please
                           Take away this pain
                                  Save me from the insane
                                          let Isabelle Rain

                                                                                         -Beth F

Some new improvisational shiz is on zee youtube for your listening pleasure. Enjoy, laugh, & live.

​MUAH! 

Sitting here with head exploding due to the impending doom, we can curl up in a ball but the evil will still loom. I feel it in my head, in my nerves. The unrest of the nation, it's right here, under my flesh. I can't rest. I am an animal on which something is running a test. I wonder if I am a control; is there anything to control? I know we are all whole. I am ever grateful that today we get to take our first steps as a family walking into a new life. The whole damn world might be laden with fear, anger, and delusion but I am blessed to see through the illusion. I see to the divine synchronicity crossing the borders of body and geography. I am glad my ears can hear the symphony. The symphony of messages transmitted through all mediums.
​ I promise I will shift the idioms.

Hold on to nothing.
          There is nothing of which 
                      to let go.

We will stop 
quoting sages,

when we come to know,

our alchemy is
stardust

floating in orbs,

our being is moments

between the chords.

-Beth F

For one month in 2014 I wrote a poem every morning after reading the work a literary leader I admired and meditating. Most poems were direct transmissions from the divine. This is one of them.

Come To My Arms 4-3-14

Surrender
Self-less lover
Over to me
All that you ask for
All that you can, could, want to be

I am your shepherd
You shall not want
I will honor thy holy motives
As long as you present them to me
When you are alive you set me free

Come to me loved one
As you should have been able to
Approach your parents
My lap is warm
And so absorbent of tears

Shed light on that which hides
By recognizing and letting go
So that I may glow
Through your temples
And through your cheeks

Your lips are like glass
Temperature aware
With my kiss upon them
I recommend you share.

-Beth F