What We See
What We See
What we see is colonization, live.
What we see is what we have been given.
What we see is those who have gone beyond their means.
What we see is a way to fill the unfillable void.
What we see is the insatiable thirst for more.
What we see, we don’t want to believe.
What we see, we will regret.
What we see is the opposite of love.
What we see is selective care.
What we see is up to you and me.
Robert Colescott - School Days 1
I Want to Kiss
In this moment, I will not be taking anything.
Just me, this page, a matcha latte.
I feel the energy moving in my heart space, the center of my chest. My tongue is pressed against the top of my mouth, the tip of my tongue pressed behind the back of my two front teeth.
Energy flowing in my throat, a cooling sensation that is moving upward, dripping onto my tongue, wanting to pour out. I want to kiss. I miss kissing. My favourite pastime.
A lover comes to mind.
No one to kiss in this moment.
How else can I express this love yearning to pour out? What if I never meet someone?
What would I do with this energy and love?
How can I express it and share it other than making love to a woman?
Why would I even contemplate this?
It’s not an either-or; it’s about everything.
The Earth below and the Universe above.
Meeting within the centre of my vessel.
Layers
So many layers.
It’s not about any one particular person, so don’t get attached to the physical form. It’s about the energy, the essence of the being—the parts that can’t be seen but are deeply felt. Keep your attention on how it feels within the layers, both vertical and horizontal. We are layered in both directions.
Even when we look into the mirror, we tend to focus on the physical structure, the vessel we’ve chosen to embody. But what about the essence? The unseen? The felt?
This always brings me back to the heart. To its opening. To the practice of keeping it open—daily, moment to moment.
In a city like this, where rivers are covered and dammed with concrete, we become its reflection. Humans are masters of adaptation, consciously or not.
So what is the energy in this particular dynamic? It’s repeating again. What do I want to leave behind? Is there anything I want to carry into the next cycle?
I don’t know the answer yet. And I won’t find it in my head. I need to feel it in my heart. I need patience. The language will come on its own.
I’m still learning how to translate feeling into palabras. There are traits in this dynamic I appreciate, and others I’ll leave behind before the next roundabout.
Maybe, if I can learn the final lessons this karmic cycle holds, I’ll complete the homework. And then, I might be ready to step fully into the next cycle of this incarnation.