When I see a golden sunset I
believe.
I believe in hair color and oolong tea. My
ancestors
carry me. I believe my dreams illuminate. I have
dreams for my friends. Sleep is instructive, as
waking. I believe the human brain is our skin.
When
my skin tightens I listen. I believe words are
things,
images lodged between subcutaneous layers of
skin. I believe the emperor wears no clothes.
I believe it essential to bless food. I believe
I am
protected by Eloheim while I sleep. We are the
unseen. I believe illness can be healed by
shiatsu
and Dylan music. I believe shyness can be
overcome.
I believe I love you.
I believe in my mother’s prayers and my
father’s
lineage. I believe in the first day of class
reaching
past comfort. Joining. Once beholding Fall’s
glisten
on a wild rose, I believed. White tree roses
fragrant blooms curl over my south lattice wall
grows beside flowering lavender.
I believe you every time you say, “I’ll
call.”
I believe in love at first sight. I love my
astringent
rosemary and flowering aromatic sage. I believe
in
cleansing air from negative thoughts when
smudging
a fresh batch of sage. I refuse to see what
others see and
seek what they don’t. At the end of a long day,
when I see a golden sunset, I believe.
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