Your rhythm and my rhyme make sense to me

WE
You and I
Exist eye-to-eye at the center.
Equal connection.
Questioning privilege and situation.
Sharing power.
WE
You and I
Exist on a par
Or not at all . . .

I made it out. I am still alive. I will have this. Cus i used to think i would die when i finally healed, or the revolution would come. But instead comes something else.

Satyam shivam sundaram.

om bhur bhuvaha swaha
tat savitur varenyam
bhargo devasya dhimahi
dhiyoyonaha prachodayaat.

om namah saraswate
om namah durge
om namah kali
om namah stute.

and skin to skin, this is satyan shivam sundaram.

these are small pieces of longing i write,
with more devotion than veda or darshan,
words thicker than the smoke
rising from the stripped scalp of coconut
in the morning.

love, i heard you underneath
like Vishnu crawling seas as fish,
Buddha in samadhi,
Krishna smashing body against soul,

satyam shivam sundaram.

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[excerpts from Anurima Bannerji and Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha]

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