Mokasiya ~ Back Home

There is little time left now
for sharing your night’s drama
rest the pain
the sorrow of your thoughts
on a cloud of unconscious forgiveness
stop trying so hard to be fully aware
of conscious suffering
digging out the old broken weapons
of guilt, blame, betrayal, and shame
share the star field
of your singing voice
write love poems
to grasshoppers, frogs and sunspots
dance barefoot on the earth
spinning, spinning,
until you know nothing about the illusion of gravity
then anoint your neighbors feet
with the brush stroke of your hair
paint passion fruit
in the heart of Mystery
and laugh, laugh,
laugh your way
back home.

-Mokasiya

Sincerely,

Lena Jácome