Yet in the midst of this paradise

#BrainPhart

Pointing fingers, selective discrimination, random acts of racism, institutional

hate, blatant disregard for heritage,

If it's one thing Ive learned in Charleston ..

Come Ya can't tell Been Ya NOTHING ... LOL

It takes about 50 years for a Come Ya to become a Been Ya ...

If Im blessed to see my 100th birthday I would have made it.

Yet in the midst of this paradise,

as I peer at the outside world

(you dont just happen onto Charleston, you have to mean to come here)

the constant threat of life, destruction and mayhem

bloodshed and turmoil

Air Strikes and Bombings

I pray from Sun up to Sun down

Moon rising to that moment when Moon and Sun share the sky

World Peace & Healing

I wear white to soothe the pain

ease the mental strain

As animated as I can be

I am Pisces

I require time to re-assess and re-fuel

Mentally, Spiritually, Emotionally, Physically

I scream on the inside at the random shots of blood drained bodies

The blue/black of that which was red

Yet their insides have hit the air

Dismemberment and amputations

There has been no regard for our sensibilities

I dont watch broadcast television on purpose

No television here,

I may stream a show or two and join the human race

and as soon as 10:59 pm hits ...

I click back to my commercial free world

To be this sensitive is a burden

To be this sensitive is a gift

It cannot be given away

It has to be nurtured

It is a skill to walk between rain drops

I simply can't take the pain

To hear the barrage from CNN, FOX or what have you

The station breaks

Again ..

I would be screaming on the inside

To scream on the outside

they would come and lock me away

I feel cheated right now

I hear the sounds of the sirens, construction and traffic

I strain to hear the songs of the birds

I wish to feel the resonance of the bullfrog's call

Elders tell a different version of today

Yet the details are somewhat identical

mass hysteria

distrust

discrimination

racism

sexism

When will be learn???

I am an immigrant's child

To hear...

no they cant come

because of where they come from

because of who they come from

because of how they worship

because of what they look like

because of what they have been through

This is what happens when Heaven on Earth becomes Hell on Earth

no one wants to share

It's hard to witness

This side of the human race

As I say

there but for the grace of ...

I dont feel secure

Ive been where it all can get taken away

Again they ask

Why no decorations on the wall,

except for a calendar

Marking time

I did not come to stay

I will not get "comfortable"

circumstances brought me here

Yes Ive been that refugee

running from violence, mayhem

and bloodshed, confusion, abuse and oppression

I was tired, hungry and in need of shelter

I traveled days across state lines

To get back to a place that seemed nice

Yet I would land in a place I had never been

and the door would be open

Such fortune was not for those who would come a week later

How fortunate had I been?

To be able to get in

and begin again.

I pray for those in a state of flux

no matter where in the world you shall be

no one should have to stay a victim forever

Any assistance in the process from survival to living

should be granted with a whole heart

not with hate and fear

but Agape Love

Namaskar