pollinate spoken word identity forming from the renewed f––
orm. I wanted to write a story
an article, about the Self.
The reclamation of it
or the release of it.
Start an idea. Let it take 10 years.
Something that helps are small mementos.
Ideas kept so close so that they exist
before they complete.
I never finish. Do not give excuses that aren’t true to them coming true.
The journey itself is a part of its understanding.
The idea expanding into pollination
before it can know how to complete.
Ideas need time
because the idea’s consciousness needed space
to attract answers of understanding.
It needs to form
before it can land
back where the idea began.
Look at a beehive. Hanging from a branch.
Delicate and dimming into gray brown.
Where do bees go
in the winter?
Bees stay bundled inside
protecting the queen.
Ideas are like that,
inside, toiling, keeping temperature & condensation
in balance. And why does this relate with form?
Get back to the essence, the queen.
That part of the identity
that under everything will survive?
Do parts of ourselves protect other parts?
The core of the form running shows.
Everlasting, that is the essence of form.
Do not rush to field it.
It is lit.
Know it is
inherently alive
through all of the form’s blooming,
diminishing.
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