Morning Resuscitation

Today,
there was a man on the train
he was dipped in dapper and dabbed a bit shabby,
he was whole.
a cane held him up.
as the train jolted, he'd zig, but his feet held firm.
He asked if we knew the most incredible entertainer in all the world.

Dead eyes...
silence, ears plugged with electronics
sound escaping.

He said, "Sammy Davis Jr." and began to sing
"I got to be me...what else can I be but what I am...", with each note
dragged into a deep cantos...
He'd hum one note for seconds,
a deep powerful growl and certainty.
He was certain.

)

When life seems that it no longer reflects
what you aim to see
in yourself
in your love
in your world
that it does matter
the words knock you on your head...

"I gotta be me..."
why would anyone want to live only partially alive?

(

After he belted out the song
without apology of invading spaces
eyeballing faces
with tears of acknowledgement,
this is truth...
we clapped.
I clapped
another man clapped... and more followed.
He even received some money from people...

I've seen many people hop the train to try and sell goods:
water bottles
snickers bars
sunglasses...
no one ever gives
no one ever looks at the goods
or cares,
but this man got some money... tribute for freeing our souls,
opening our eyes,
delivering a message that travels beyond our 9-5...
it's what makes us ourselves.

A being unto our self.

This act alone shown to me in light
(under the dank tunnels of Los Angeles)
held out into the air...
I then realized, if you offer up the spirit, people will be reached.
You have to woo the spirit of the people
the bodies will then follow.

This is true of such things: peace, friendship, love
fertility
the ages have bloomed us to evolve into...

?

...
in any regard,
I've got to be me.

~ Jessica M. Wilson

"I want to live, not merely survive
And I won't give up this dream of life
that keeps me alive"

- Sammy Davis Jr.

I've gotta be me

Whether I'm right or whether I'm wrong
Whether I find a place in this world or never belong
I gotta be me, I've gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am

I want to live, not merely survive
And I won't give up this dream
Of life that keeps me alive
I gotta be me, I gotta be me
The dream that I see makes me what I am

That far-away prize, a world of success
Is waiting for me if I heed the call
I won't settle down, won't settle for less
As long as there's a chance that I can have it all

I'll go it alone, that's how it must be
I can't be right for somebody else
If I'm not right for me
I gotta be free, I've gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I've gotta be me

I'll go it alone, that's how it must be
I can't be right for somebody else
If I'm not right for me
I gotta be free, I just gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I gotta be me

In Honor of Mother Earth

Happy Earth Month! Right now, we see the blossoms opening, the vines ripening -- the sweet smell of Spring is here! Congratulations to everyone for making it out of the darkness, in this frigid air... the dew of the damp Earth has sprouted many blessings. Rake up the gentle soil and bring her into your circle. Let the abundance flow into your circle; enjoy the fragrance of your harvest. I wanted to offer up this powerful song; Madre Tierra , by Maya Jupiter. Her message is steady and daring to be spoken into the ears of all who dwell on and know Mother Earth. Speak righteously, and take care. ~ Jessica ~

When everyone was quarantined, I felt like

"When everyone was quarantined, I felt like..." I was caged, my cord cut, the outside was in, and I wasn’t ready for that. I felt like I was out of time – no way to re-plan my life, no way to be by anyone’s side. I like mapping the scene, feel heat amongst a crowd, and now, to stay away from them, I have to hide. Close myself off my nature, to enjoy parties dancing, all the things feel more alive… When that door shut, a hurricane hit. JMWC 9/22/20 from class, Panorama High School, 2020

In Loving Memory of Anthony St. Jude Greene

My best friend died Sunday, July 24, 2011. Best and oldest friend...a brother and someone connected to my soul throughout life. It's not entirely real to me...we'd always talk, plan trips to see each other. This is going to be hard. He struggled a lot throughout his life; his weight problem, respiratory issues, sensitivity in general as he got older and heavier. It's a damn shame. He was a very strong man. Very strong! He'd fight off death for years. :) He'd joke about it a lot...saying that death is gonna have to fight harder because he's not giving up. His heart gave out, his body had enough trauma. He just had to let go, we have to acknowledge that he lived hard, fought well, died nobly. We'd joke about our heritage...we had much of the same mix of mutt in us, which was quite unique. He was also the son of many many vikings! Norsemen were tough, full of valor and grit, arghhhhhhh! Those medieval times men had nothing on Anthony Greene. :) Noth...

The mind, a dormant stone

Search This Blog