Externalization Is The Ongoing Outpouring Of Human Being Into The World.

Externalization is the ongoing outpouring of human being into the world.

Peter Berger, The Sacred Canopy

It was only Yesterday that the village collapsed.

The oxygen in my blood has become an act of rebellion Invisible Devalued Unless I inhale monoxide the hegemony scoffs They don’t know how my mind has reorganized Neural pathways undone and re-bridged by latent trauma Like a swarm my cells adapt and restructure and assimilate Screaming past each other in silent chaos.

I am not permitted to posses my history. Canned and processed in capitalist factories And boycotted by radical enclaves Exploited and forgotten Seldom do they recognize my soul.

But my humanity is resistance. My identity is power. My breathing is hope. My orgasm is liberation. My name is wisdom.

And no one sees.

Because I’ve come just far enough for those you hate to look like me.

Remember also that the sun is a star.

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Guanyin (Kuan Yin, Guan Yin), the bodhisvatta and Goddess of compassion. 

“One of the several stories surrounding Quan Yin is that she was a Buddhist who through great love and sacrifice during life, had earned the right to enter Nirvana after death. However, like Avlokiteshvara, while standing before the gates of Paradise she heard a cry of anguish from the earth below. Turning back to earth, she renounced her reward of bliss eternal but in its place found immortality in the hearts of the suffering.” 

http://www.holymtn.com/gods/kuanyin.htm

Like Jesus, Guanyin literally gave up heaven to help the suffering reach God. If that’s not beautiful, I don’t know what is. I can only try to emulate this heart of compassion and allow my selfishness to fall away so that my life will become a tome of service and love.

How can I cope with the shame of this perfection? My unstoppable force meets your immovable object The sacred pulsar pings off my dead ventricle walls Consuming fire, cauterize my heart before I die a thousand deaths by smoke inhalation. The good Lord left off your allergy labels WARNING: CONTAINS THE UNIVERSE And your stars aligned with mine though you know not who you are You are Castor and I am Pollux You are justice and I am praise And what looked like the Fates' collision course Was an ill-fated skew line Eros striking us with different arrows Cast down but forsaken Verboten but not forgotten Symbiotic but not uniform You will never know how I die daily at your altar Though I paint the night sky with my blood. Now we see through a glass darkly And though never face to face Your smile is worth the sacrifice.