So many issues we humans care about.
When children lie slain in their graves, do we cry out for their lost lives
and who should or should not have the right to
Be …
one gunshot away from Not Being.
Or do we wonder even more whether we’re born the right sex or not?
I have no answers, and no questions either.
But I have plenty of observations about
things that lots of people don’t want to hear aloud.
Like, does it matter, really, what sex I am?
Or you are?
Or if you, or I, thought creation “made a mistake” by
assigning a wrong sex to you upon arrival on Earth.
And if I had a choice (which we do now, thanks to hormones and social acceptance) would I want to enjoy this thing
called Life
by changing whatever and however it’s been dealt to me,
rather than know I somehow ended up
on the other side …
of Life …
without getting to know what “sex” meant, as every
ten year old child knows is what’s only just beginning
to awaken within them, then.
But no.
Right. Remember …
they don’t have a body anymore at all.
Does it matter, then, whether I’m a boy/girl/or an it?
If I’m shot dead just when I’m beginning to ask these questions
to myself.
When I was younger it was fashionable, as it is now
to wander and wonder all over the place
and experiment
and enjoy the forbidden
fruits
of Life.
Besides, I was abused.
I had the right to be confused. I needed to know that sex
was not that evil
thing.
Done to me.
But now that I’ve seen a few more sunsets and sunrises
I can honestly say
today … finally … whew! that
No, it doesn’t matter
what sex I am
Or, for that matter,
what sex you are.
Or if you even have a sex
Because Sex and Spirit,
I’m here to tell you
Are ONE.
By exploring one to its limits …
one opens the shut-tight portal to the other.
Sex and Spirit; Spirit and Sex
the door says.
Sexual and spiritual energy arise from the same
level of consciousness achieved by each individual.
And if, as I did when I “got there”
I was as fucked up as a person could be
…
Back when I believed sex and drugs and no, not rock, but maybe
jazz and sailing and
adventuring in Third World jungles
would solve all my
yearning desires; I kept wanting more
more more more
The Itch that we all have to know
… or not know …
that answers who and what we truly are.
Today, I’m happy for the Trans, the Queers, and the all the rest of the so-called
Alphabet People
(as my straight sister kinda sneers, but actually, it’s a pretty accurate name).
I’m curious though,
if sexual identification is as
satisfying and life-long fulfilling
as the LGBQT+ tribe proclaim it to be.
I dunno. I stuck it out with what
was given me upon arrival here.
Maybe, when they’ve searched and explored and
done what they must do …
they will be at ease, and find out
It really doesn’t matter.
What sex one is.
Find your bliss.
Live your bliss.
There, you’ll find Love.
The only thing that matters is to know that
We Are All ONE.
And the spiritual connection to life
is
It
Love: the weapon of mass illumination
This I know, trust, and am grateful to have discovered
is within us all.
Everything is and was and forever shall be …
Love.
Self Love starts the ball rising!
