Saturday, 18 February 2012

Enough

Enough.
Enough of this stuff.
Enough of this negativity,
fatalistic apathy
I´m alright Jack mentality,
all about me activity.

Look after your own.
Build a home,
with windows, walls…
locked up alone,
this technological zone,
connect to me by mobile phone,
meet me on the plasma screen,
make everything clean.
Shiny.
New.
Define yourself by what you do,
not who
you
are.

I once was lost but now I´m found,
I´ve started digging
underground.
Pushing my fingers
into the ground.
I´m launching an investigation,
an examination.

Enough.
Enough misinformation,
as I embark on a path
of observation…
Questions,
Not answers,
drip-fed
to my head.
Enough said.

You,
fine dining
on a straight line,
flat lining.
You, 
never said enough.

This infatuation,
with calculation,
and numbers, and profit, and growth.
Exponential fucking growth.
Statistics.  Figures. Facts.
Fuck that.
I´m taking it back.

I´m learning,
with this deep yearning,
that, for what it´s worth-
the longest night
gives birth,
to light.
For the end, my friend,
is also a beginning.

Yes, you can gorge on your flat line,
because my time
has no straight lines.
Only curves
and bumps,
and lumps,
and it jumps,
like the beat of my heart,
from the end,
right back to the start.
My time is round -
it slides

again and again
from mountain top
to sub-terrain,
it´s beneath my skin,
within.
It connects 
my heart to yours.
It ignores
Laws.
It flows
from my belly
to the land.
I understand
it´s rhythms,
repetitions,
repetition,
repetition,
repetition.
Blue, green,
brown, red...
I´m nestled
between the legs
of my mother,
brother,
sister,
see?
I am you am me.
We feed
from the same watering hole.
We are whole.
Beneath this
tangled pile
of stuff,
there´s us.

Get out your spade;
start digging.
Don´t be afraid;
start digging.
Peel back
the crap,
and start looking.
Stop standing on
the truth.
Sit down,
and let it grow.
Get to know,
take the time,
there´s no me or mine,
no straight line.
You are a spiral tribe,
you are alive,
you are round,
you are sun, sky and ground.
Look around,
start asking questions,
start making suggestions,
let negativity
embrace possibility.

For dark,
becomes light,
and provides insight,
permission -
Open your vision,
let us be the seeds, trees, flowers, leaves,
pushing up through the crust of the earth,
let us be mother,
let us give birth,
for this is not the end,
my friend,

but the beginning.

©Lily Laloba 2012

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