Nations of Body

Thoughts on nations, thoughts on bodies. Sometimes it seems, my body is a nation of wants and needs, and of desires...

The Nations of Body

I have realized the violence inside
But for all that strife,
I have found truth in peace between all the Nations of my own body
I have allowed the lyrical notations of my left hand, my right hand,
my third eye to become unified in one consciousness
I have listened to the people of my toes
who speak of green earth in many flavoured tongues
I have heard the whisper of my skin
who knows other bodies

There is an eroticism in the fertile mingling of many peoples
A sensual spark
between those who have been allowed to find their own strength
and arrive at the gathering with full voice
We chant into the night
singing of love, sorrow and valour
Our song gathers, our song joins in movement, a whirling dance, a chorus of all colors with a power greater than the lies of the dividing conquerers
We are people of the Earth and we must listen

Last night I was inspired by a young woman
who spoke of all the facets of Mother Earth’s terrain
About Her mountain breasts and the rain that comes from on high
to wash down Her skin and carve Her flesh into the valleys of fertility
Those spaces of ancient soil and root
have nutured us in our birthing
Our bones, our blood
have grown inside Her womb
And within us are all the souls of Her creatures
We have been born from Her billions upon billions of times
and yet for all the pain we cause Her she still gives us life

In our eternal meditation
on this Godess body that circles round the sun
We must look within
to our own violence
And find a peace between all the nations of our collective body
For we are Her