My People

My people have souls that soar. 

My people know what it is to love and to lose. My people know what it is to rise up out of the ashes and start again. They have the spirits of the Phoenix, rising from the ashes. 

Out of burning desire comes passionate commitment to truth. Their truth it may not be yours. 

They leave their bodies behind and climb towards the light of creativity. 

My people follow bliss. 

My people are mythology in the making, 

shaping the world around them with new textures, colors, sounds, shapes. Their movement bends the breeze and twirls others around with the wind. Hurricanes, cyclones, breaking apart the status quo, tornadoes not be kept down by the shoulds, the should nots that are constantly whispered in our ears.

re-envision 

until the world is of their liking.

 My people walk a mile in their own shoes just to make sure the still know themselves along the journey. 

Steady walking picks up the internal rhythms and turns to dance so that the walk in itself spreads joy and freedom. Like a contaminant, it leaks out of my people, polluting society with the sweet breath of creativity. 

My people turn the world upside down, just because to some folks it looks that way. 

With curiosity the examine and reexamine. Walk into the dessert. One step at a time. Until this world full of the pollutants of freedom, joy, creativity, love is forced to roll over the status quo and we go

 dancing into new paradigms