There
is a revolution
against decayrot
dust
We are refusing
this natural order
Not botox
not pilates
no war on free radicals
Our rebellion is an embrace
Nourished
we grow
we nurture untilwe only have enough for ourselves
until our skin is so thin we don’t even have enough for that
By
then, it’s been so long
since we’ve givenwe decide to make nourishment
our last act of love
We
lay our bodies down
and offer what we have left to the
Earthto grow a tree
to grow a ship
to grow a home
to grow a breath
to become the whisper of
the Divine
There
is a revolution
of
our planetof our planet around our Star
Freedom is found in transformation
of our turning to a twirl
of our spinning to a spiral
Our rebellion is a surrendering
an act of Trust
in Perfect Love