I AIN'T NO MAN

I ain't no man. That's just a word. Somebody else's word. I'm not my name. I'm not my history. I'm not my past. I ain't the future; ain't happened yet. I'm not my stories - they all made up. I ain't dead - but will be eventually. I'm not my personality or my character. I'm not my identity. I'm made up in my own mind, and I'm not my self as there is no self. I ain't no ego or no id. I'm not my consciousness or my subconsciousness. I'm not my shadow or my inner child or adolescent or whatever. I ain't no woman tho I came outa one and like all humans who ain't cloned or genetically engineered with sheep & cows & chimpanzees I'm a mix of Y & X. I have all those things, but I'm not those things. I'm not my body. Yeah, I have one. But I'm not it. I ain't nothin'. Rip off all my clothes. Ain't got no shame. Ain't got no pride. Ain't got nothin'. Feelings & emotions rise up like hot scorching magma...but I let them go & cool off. I ain't nothing. There's no AM in my I. Standing in emptiness a hot flash of darkness renders naked all creation. Moving into light I start again...move into possibility...into my power...into love...cuz I'm done Seeking. Tears find me. Carve gullies down my chest and belly. Tears burn open holes in my flesh and fill my heart as wine. The more I cry the clearer I see. I cry so hard my head breaks open round my tears. Salty wine pours down my insides and out. My legs rust apart like iron and break upon my feet like clay. All dissolve into the sea. I topple into sand beyond the furthest stranglehold of my own hands. Ozymandias dead and unremembered even after the winds long blow away the sands. There is nothing but this present moment, nothing beyond death but words. Nothing explodes into everything becoming anything. Power flows and love churns reborn. Flowers crack open concrete as massive stars destroy whole galaxies. In the Bang of Big every tiny quantuum particle waves into a genesis of evolution from which arises after 14 Billion years the capacity to forgive and feel compassion, to feel empathy and love, to embrace paradox with and not or, to transcend the horror we visit upon one another, to open up and cry, and to love, and to love with power, and be love in that power. Love...it is our gift to gift as a species, our art we put out into the multiverse of billion billions of planets with billions likely teeming with life...when we finally face the mysterious beings afar will be our greatest challenge to love...and sometimes in 14 Billion years things move fast and "they" may not wait for us Humans to get our act together & stop slaughtering each other & wake up into our own power to get that LOVE powers the Universe.

(Inspired post to Prezz Pressley's Facebook Group, "MEN who r NOT AFRAID 2 CRY.")

by William Dudley Bass

May 25, 2011 on FB,

Here on July 8, 2011

(C) 2011 by William Dudley Bass