09/15/2025
A Prayer For Peace 🙌 Amen. A’ho. So it is.
(pause, breathe)
The body is the teacher.
Left. Right.
Each just half of the whole.
Both cast shadows.
A dance driven by the right—
the right way, the only way,
the doing way.
I erased right,
gave myself fully to the left—
intuitive. Fluid.
That too, out of balance,
didn’t support me.
Each offers something.
The right steadies. The left softens.
The right roots. The left imagines.
Each becomes limiting
when it stands alone.
Rooting into my right foot
gives my left freedom.
Moving with the left
awakens the non-linear,
the listening body.
I track this right-left
into the political spectrum.
Even there,
I hear voices calling for sovereignty,
for a path beyond polarity.
Fred Lamont said:
“They tell me I don’t need to identify
as Male or Female. I can be nonbinary.
Well then, I sure as hell
don’t need to identify as Left or Right,
Liberal or Conservative either.
I am political nonbinary.
I take my Sovereignty back.
This morning, the sun rises in my heart,
and the Kingdom of Heaven is within me.”
I want the middle path.
The path of equanimity.
The middle of the heart
stitched back together.
Spine rooted, pelvis to soles.
Heart leading head.
Belly soft, present.
Front and back in dialogue.
I want.
I want.
I want.
Left and right
to converse—
to yield and to push,
to surrender and to lead,
to dance with equanimity.
I seek the whole.
Not either/or.
Not this part over that part.
I seek the whole conversation.
Not the sound bite.
Not the black and white.
Left right. Left right.
I seek the conversation
that listens from curiosity,
from the heart,
stitched down the middle—
leaning in,
listening,
dancing left, right, whole.
Words: The Wild Remembering
Artist : Hilma af Klimt