Dancing in the Kitchen

I'm reading about a boy and a bengal tiger in the middle of the ocean.
I'm sleeping in every morning until school starts on Monday.
I'm dreaming at night.

I'm soaking in a rain shower of soft greens and blues,
puddles of swirling firey reds and oranges.

I am dripping in rainbows.

I am smeared in fresh, edible paint,
thick and bubbling liquid light,
speckled with the brightest
yellows and golds.


Image created by Kaerlek Janislampi

I'm living on $6.00 in my bank account.
I'm dancing, in my kitchen, in my throat, in India, in my past and future.
in the Now.

I'm slashing fears left and right.

I'm empathizing way too much, and much too little.

I have dog hair on my pajamas.
I have hope that my skin will heal from its chronic rash.
I am being spiritually challenged every day.


And behind my eyes, within my blood's streams, amongst my mountains and visions and passions...

...I feel myself actually...


RISING.