Sta.sh
| "I flew with the eagles until I fell from the nest. I ran with the wolves and got lost from the pack. Slowly I go crazy every day. Some days run faster than others. I never strayed into heaven. It was hard getting past hell. I traveled through and beyond the death and birth of man. I am Iktomi. Imagine running out of “imagine”. Mistaking authority for power. Weaving life’s free spirit into patterns of control. I heard all that was said until now I hear nothing at all. The edge between twilight and dark. The great lie lurks. Prostitution soul, anyone can do it… or not. I went down some roads that stopped me dead in my tracks. I am Iktomi. I’ve been the mirror to other’s reflecting selves. I’ve known love that can’t help but love... And I’ve been close to the hurting ways of love. I flew with the eagles until I fell from the nest. I ran with the wolves and got lost from the pack. From the earth wind cave memories. One with the sky. Time different motion. Dog days dreamer. Chasing the neon woven into minds. From my place in line I fell out of order. I’ve been here, I’ve been there, I’ve been anywhere… and I haven’t been anywhere. And I’ll be back again. I am Iktomi. Imagine running out of “imagine”. Mistaking authority for power. Weaving life’s free spirit into patterns of control. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the realities of many realities, how we see, what we see, affects the quality of our reality. We are children of earth and sky. “DNA- descendant now ancestor”. Human being. Physical spirit. Bone, flesh blood as spirit. Metal, mineral, water as spirit. We are in time and space, but we are from beyond time and space. The past is part of the present. The future is part of the present. Life and being are interwoven. We are the DNA of earth, moon, planets, stars. We are related to the universal. Creator-created-creation. Spirit and intelligence with clarity. Being and human as power. We are part of the memories of evolution. These memories carry knowledge. These memories carry our identity. Beneath race, gender, class, age… beneath citizen, business, state, religion, we are human beings. And these memories are trying to remind us. Human being, human being, it’s time to rise up. Remember who we are!" ~John Turell |
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