How can I help you? What a strange question. You thirst for your desire. For my desire. Feeding you hydrates my body. You want more. Thank god. I want to say “OK we fed it, OK we are done. OK that is enough.” But no you want more. You want to be fed until you are done. You have desires and you want nothing but to have them fed. Give me that flavor you demand. No head to my ego, my thoughts, my reputation and respect. You demand and I listen. I give it to you and these sweet solid lines pulse through my body. Pulsing satisfaction, fulfillment and warmth.
OK, right you are good. Can I go back into myself? Can I say that is enough? No you demand to be fed whenever you are hungry. And you teach me to feed myself whenever I am hungry.
I want to speak, I have to speak. I want to yell, I yell. I want to be me, I have to be me. Nothing else will scratch that itch. No other nail will feed it. You demand that I be me. And I take the chance and say yes. Yes, what else, what is next? You hand me the ground to be as strong as powerful as my body and soul are aching to be. I am the earth. I come from the earth. I embody the earth. Your voices yells and I speak. Feed me, love me, take up all the room you want. Be who you are. And I am.
San Francisco, CA
April 25, 2010