Choice Trumps Poem by Juliana Anandama

Writing a play, playing out my past 8 years.
Experiencing an abundance of waterfall fast, passionate tearz.

Learning in hard ways of a little big thing called perception.
In my 3 babies arms, LOVE them 2 LIFE, my hopes and dreams rest in.

Rhyming, not always requiring rhyme.
Driven to pen, I sit with paper day and night.

Listening to my sighs, sounds of my hopes, hoping.
Never letting fears take charge, aiming to stop me but never successing..

Rainbows and Crystals are here crying.
Gathering together, Hopis prophesying.

Opening our eyes to cloud, dirt, life scrying.
Cried for many years cuz of earths children crying.

Football! Hockey! Mass mindsets, we are taken away.
Away from inherent truths in our chests, from the truths of us, I must say.

Chicken or the egg?
How about the thought coming first?

Dont let that thought give you a headache.
Its truth that truth hurts.

Dont rustle the feathers.
Shhhhh about whom controls the weather.

Whether or not, I look crazy, sound crazy.
Dont call me crazy!

If you choose not to know, I know you are destined for 6 ft deep.
Unless one chooses diligence through imagination
saying yes to lifes journey

One must choose not to be lazy.
Come and I will show you, daily, human, hypocrisy.

Magic laden words, if spoken, to the speaker, deem true.
Super conducting symphonies of frequency truths, hidden in false history, fables be fine tuned.

Choose what it is you desire to see,
Your choices will no longer have affect on me.

i choose peace today after a life of fight or flighting,
Mostly choosing to fight, leaving our collective heart crying.

Darkness flails whilst being locked back in its box,
Locked away for the last time this time, secured by rainbow coloured, crystal strength locks.

Join the movement into fearless heart space? or not....
Choice trumps.