Poem by Thal Mohammed
Inspired by Episode 20: Sexual Kung Fu with Yaacov Lefcoe
Dried, proliferated branches and twigs.
Webs of lies.
The endless abyss holds an empty heart.
Gripped, mired in the deception of self.
It is time to extract every old lie you have inherited.
Rootless trees on your tongue.
Connect. Remember.
Do what needs to be done to surrender.
There is no more time to bargain.
Your Spirit calls in the middle of the night, and I have to answer.
A deep howl.
A whimper.
A plea.