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brian prince

reset

– brianprince

how about we change our salary to zero
find our community of people —
human lives over bottom lines.
communal tribes over hierarchical lies.

plan, plant
help, harvest
bridge, be

a new society to sit in as we create what’s unwritten —
where currency has no screens. no machines. no money. just breath. and nourishment.
what a mother gives when birthing her child. what the Mother gives to us — unconditional delight.

where the legal tender is exactly that—tender—the dealing of lovely discussions, the healing of infectious laughs, and acts of kindness. a love to savor.

fruits 
of our
labor.

flesh

– brianprince

i’m a touchy-feely kind of guy
living a love-is-healing type of life.
‘cross my heart hope to die,’
truth is whole—dark AND light.

i’m a smile-instigator
a touch-on-the-shoulder
reassurance-giver.
i’m a big hugger
a look-in-the-eyes
inter-dimensional
every-thing lover.
i’m a two-handed hand-shaker
just to make it longer.
i’m a cheek-kisser
a fleece sweater—
the tighter the better.
i’m a pull-it-in-closer
feel-the-ohms-of-your-
essence spiritual brother.

i’m a human being with flesh.
having difficulty taking this
test, because
i’m not ready
to become
half machine
yet.

so i’ll hold
onto this minute
to boldly be human
as we kickstart
this wisdom in our
home gardens.

distill our wants and
highlight our needs.

rewind <<< repeat:
distill
our wants
and
highlight
our needs.

the lessons
are abundant
for those who seek.
so we move forth
with guidance
revealing what’s
within us…

for the west
for the north
for the east
for the south
the winds of time,
the cycle of life,
explained
in the hymns of a
virus.

chokmâh

– brianprince

back to poetry
because
poetry is the politic
plus,
you’re my muse now
so many different names
used, i’m confused how
to identify the real you.
how to -peel back
-pierce through
the multiple layers
that form you.

we were human beings
at first and became
human becomings
when we discovered
what’s beneath our
surface.

like pure hot water
you’re so
pure. it’s so
simple.
sans tea, by third
serving.

then the lemon.
then the frustration.
then the flood of emotion.

the reality
of this realm.
the chokmah
of know-betters
and should’ves.

so we sip the longing
of our belonging
and rest in the
thought (bubble)
‘that God knows
what’s happening.’

you’re my muse now
i’m paying my dues loud
and clear while our soul
(singular) rises
to the surface.

same sky

– brianprince

as the product of two innocent
teenagers testing the waters
i imagine
an uninhibited curiosity with absolute spontaneity and pure playful exploration.

bright eyes.
open minds.

i visualize
these free spirits
in the mid-seventies
wind sailing the pacific coast
of alta california
surfing the moment
of these peaceful beaches
out
in
ebb
and back again
like the past and future
connecting at the shore.
blending humans perception
of any sort of border.
a teary-eyed throat-choked-up kind of passion holding the giddy feelings in

but couldn’t

because the waves crash in and start to dance with the grains of sand. even if it only happened
once
it was satisfying enough.

so it’s impossible to mistake me, and associate my beliefs, for an advocate of any borders, or an advocate of any wars.
not even close.

the spirit winds have blown this sense into them. i am a mix of it. and by no means am i a nationalist. i breathe air, i am an earthist. on this turtle.
borderless.
we all share the same sky.

look up.