Sitting and soaking, the glee of feeling my family in my skin in my soul the blurred lines of friends and kin the broad strokes, the fine lines, the brush streaks.The shelter in their umbrellas, under their neon lights, tucked into their smiles and splayed over their flushed rosy cheeks! Surrounded in my surrenderMy mountains trail my mounting decades, gracefully lining the belt of this journeyOrion would be humbled by the grace in their glimmer, Light and luster. Kira Kira Kira. with every twist in my waist to the music of their chanting hearts An orchestra in harmony, attuned to our soul’s melodies. Find your role, the vibration of YOUR light, the mission of your soul.

The light bearersThe light seekersThe torch startersThe flame throwersThe fire findersThe sun soldiersThe light laborersThe radiant rebelsThe reflecting marvelsThe perusing projectorsThe chain stokers The light loading birdsThe sun sway rollers

Sun flowers here and there, sun flower souls all around planted,rooted,towering,PROUD.

You bring light, that is for certain and just like infra red or ultra violet, yours does not have to be seen,most certainly, it does not have to be “obvious” shut down the lies of innate and inbornshut off the tremors of the superior and a natural your light does not even have to be brilliant, it does not have to sparkle your light has only to climb out of your wounds it has only to dance out of your stitches it has only to whisper your story in its universal truths onto the skin of 7.753 billion No more no less. A humble task, and only you can do it. Now Now - Wabi Sabi Gold seams on every bruise and injury go on stoking Take the coal left in your stockings by Bezos, Musk, and Gates bring it to the pit where the union of light workers gathers unload the weight of those stones into the collective well let every stone drop. In time our unloaded baggage will also be the floor we stand on the levitating stage we rise from Let the well fill with coal, let the pit burn come in union communion.

A chain of beams beating in synchrony and oddity light up the world burn down the forts the dark will retreat not at will, but in wonderthe wonder of your smile onto my spirit of how it shines on mine and my own Break plates let nothing survive from this ancient inheritance let us melt it all and mold one new one that doesn’t fit me, doesn’t fit you Reflecting each others’ light, cultivating collective sight; furnishing hands of ease, of sleight;

Wear your hat strewn with the feathers of tyrant peacocks let their emerald, indigo, and gold glisten under the light of the fire from the pit.

Intention as mother to your actions - intentionality Metronymic Attention in the reading - optionality Algorithmic Deliberation in your motions - accountability Music

Projectors of every kind Sunflower souls in constant flight Migrant birds with roots in lands of constant plight “Enlightenment: complete collaboration with the inevitable” (Anthony de Mello) Etel & Mona left us this year, their ultimate artifact: leaving. A profound contour of absence. The final inevitable collaboration of all.

From Beirut to El Salvador From Sanaa to Artsakh

From Karnataka to Marseille From Cuba to HongKong

From Myanmar to Baghdad From Tigray to Honolulu

From Ferguson to El Lidd From Idlib to Kyiv Oppressors do not sit in hierarchy, they share one round table there is no order for who and what topples first

The light will climb out of every wounded victim, every abandoned corps, brown skin or blue eyed, every stunted child,revenge on the violent and on the civilized The union. Light communion. She will bring down every soldier and will cut down every king, their skeletons will fill our pit and create level ground for all of our kin.

A world where many worlds fit (Zapatista) _This is for the people of the sunEverything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves. - (Rage against the Machine)

As you review monogamy, review yours with authority, reflect on its conflation with legitimacy retrospect your moral statements, resubmit your applications to the office of compliance and ethical statements, pen it with “Thank you for attempting order, but I choose chaos, f**k you very much and merci!” We will mend time We will bend reality Shine your light Stoke through plight

Chain stokers,Love makers,Generational trauma breakers,Roller bladers. First generation women First generation men Come together, love and live with power of kin. Amen,

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