I'd never buy you diamonds and furs
You deserve more than
Shiny rocks and dead animal skins
I would name 10,000
Planets, Moons, and Stars
after yours
That moment when night births day
jealous
envious
it is at the remembrance of when existence ushered forth the spirit that is you.
©Christopher F. Brown 2013
I turned it off
When I found out
Physical form meant more than
spiritual substance
When I found out that
Age matters when you have too much
Looks when you don’t have a certain one
When they meant something different
something estranged from my previous understanding
I know my body is not me
only a part
they wanted that part
without wanting only me
I turned it off
They all wanted something much less
far cheaper
than I am willing
was willing
to give
You do not understand the meaning when I say
you are beautiful
Namaste
Ashe
Amen
I turned it off
You are not able to fathom a comprehension when I say
I love you
Namaste
Ashe
Amen
I turned it off
Life has instructed
give it to self always
to the ones called family
the select few that are called friend
Show it to the world
but don’t let the world abuse it
But in that concentrated way
where two become one
I turned it off
Its disrespectful to the concept
for me to treat you according to the concept
when I see
when I know
before it all started
before your scent first touched the air
you have no awareness of the concept
There are about six degrees of separation from
what you think it is
what you thought it was
what you have been shown it to be
what you attempt to offer me
and that which it actually is
that which I was willing to offer you
I don’t believe there is a single one
there is the one you make it work with
That one
must also be willing and able to make it work with
you
For now
for me
you don’t exist
I realize now
you never did
square pegs forced into round holes
mistakes all listed above
I turned it off
Only a truly naked self
has any right
any ability
any authority
to turn it on.
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
When you look in the mirror
know
It is not yourself that you see
you are not the image
reflected and cast upon the jaded glass
what you see is light
captured by the eyes
interpreted by the mind
processed by the soul
if any of those three are not right
neither will correctly understand
the image
reflected and cast upon the jaded glass
you are not what you think you see
you are light reflected
everything else
jaded glass
©Christopher F. Brown 2013
If there was a such this as
perfect
it would be found in the
simple
A child’s smile
a mother’s love
a father’s protection
if perfect
could be theorized philosophically
placed into linguistic terms
there could be no words
no label grand enough
no construction simple enough
save only laughter
if perfect
could be understood mathematically
it would be either be a 1 or a 0
no other representations yields the same
universal and instant ease of understanding
that children instinctually grasp the idea
yet
the same children
when grown
could spend their life exploring the complexities
If perfect
could be known on a spiritual level
it would be that moment one realizes there is a god
ascending to level of worship and devotion
others mistake them for the god they serve
or
it would be that moment when one rejects all divinity
professing that all in creation is not of creation
but of nature and nurture
the only guiding force is the will to survive
If perfect
could be expressed in dance or music
there would only be
one motion
one note
maybe none
stillness
silence
If perfect
could be expressed on canvas or in stone
it would be such that the work would
never be started
untouched
maybe never completed
unfinished
Perfect
is as simple as knowing that one can never see one’s own face
what one knows as one’s one image
is only a reflection
what’s more is that a person is the only person that can never see ones own image
yet all they encounter sees them exactly as they are
exactly as they never can
Perfect perfection
is realization
not thought
not contemplation
Perfection is everything labeled imperfect
The only imperfect thing
is the word its self
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
