Untitled Carmela Senior

your refrigerator belt is broken the students all are tired the custodians were melted down and the money-makers all wired we all are parts but we don't smell like machines i don't feel like an accident or someone else's dream

loneliness is our worry our worry is our death death comes from too much living trapped deep inside our breath we forget that we can remember and were never taught to learn our beauty is our destruction as well as the ugliness we birth the comfort i have in giving that which i have not received is the one condolence that i have for having faith in disbelief

the actors are pretending the stripper is a tease the firefighters used to be philosphers now they smolder on their knees the photographers were blided by the letters that they wrote they sold off all their pencils but are still at each other's throat the priests turned to sailors the sailors all retired kingdom come was coming' in but then someone had yelled, "fire"

As I wander through the darkness, An illuminated figure walks boldly towards me Out of the infinity.

He steps into my aura; he steps into my soul, Looks deep into my eyes, strong purpose they belie...

My gaze meeting his intensity, Our eyes unfold into the Universe. As eagles flying through the stars, with wings of pure light, we circle around, in eagle's embrace, before spiraling down.

In ephemeral bodies, We sit face to face, knee to knee Native Indian lotus, intimate meditation floats us.

A spiritual warrior with Native Indian soul, A survivor of eons, many stories untold,

We open our hearts and through us it pours, The divine inspiration of just letting love flow.

Carmela Senior