Category Archives: Poetry

downLoad, upLoad

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I Like to be aLone so I can dance
I Like to be aLone so I can dance
I Like to be aLone so I can dance

Don’t need a crew of you
to teLL me what I can do

don’t want to Laugh out Loud
don’t want to be in a crowd

just want to dance, I just want to dance

I just want to dance, just want to dance
just want to dance, I just want to dance

p.s. as I abandon more and more of the images and concepts of ordinary Language, I know that there is something beyond logic and reasoning that I cannot see, things that cannot be Learned in schooLs or even in shrines, tempLes, churches, synagogues, or mosques- meaning there is no one particuLar Location for education. It’s everywhere. I had to be soooooo very siLent to even gain a LittLe bit of exposure to the onLy AbsoLute. I’m Listening, Less speaking. I’m open to it. The onLy AbsoLute.

Yet, I am gratefuL for the experiences of the houses of worship, there is something to be said about congregated energy directed towards something. You better dance!

shiLa Iris

Beyond Language, ineffabLe. Sit stiLL.

The Shortest MiLe, onLy 5,280 feet away from Me, toward the Center… I know where I Been… Reincarnate

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offer me heLp
or move aside so I can receive it.

he is aLways wiLLing…

… for me
[insert God, insert friend, insert Lover, insert Father, insert husband, insert brother]
[insert you] [insert the Source of Life] [insert what is cLosest to your heart] [insert the Holy Ghost] [insert femaLe] [insert Buddha] [insert Krsna] [insert Vishnu] [insert Jesus] [insert Jah] [insert ALLah] [insert whatever is moving you] [cuz you came from the same pLace I came from] [we are One]

CLear the way.
You wiLL know better, after.

shiLa iris

P.S. Spectator or pLayer.
Make a move, cuz, I know where I Been,
I been with you, You. Better after?

everything I write, don’t read it fast,
read it sLow. I can teLL when you have.

#withoutsayingtoomuch #allforyou

Eye Contact

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The Presence without form, the Voice with neither tone nor sound.
Do not Look for proof. Listen to the siLence. p.144

shiLa iris

Listen

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I speak when spoken to.

I’m Listening.

shiLa iris

Acute Strangeness

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I received a Letter from Him,
in His own handwriting.

Somehow, he is so deserving of my Love?

Hmmmmm. Mmmmmm.
Let me think about that.

4:44, Less than 90 Degrees

ShiLa Iris
P.S. My present temper…

this is not just a faLse pretense.
There is so much more to this story.
Years of respect and patience surface.

He asks questions that matter.
Even those that don’t.

I excavate, I dig.

I’m Listening. Becuz such simpLe things Leave imprints.
He is the most gaLLant Man I know. With the most integrity.
He has moraLs and exercises his wiLL with exceLLent discrimination.

As I change, as I fLow.

I am teLLing you how to save her.
How to save YOU.
PLease do.

Sign Your Name Across My Heart,

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I want you to be my baby…

for Rosemary. DaLmira, and Judy.

Washed Away

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I hear the same thing in most things, the truth of the matter
I hear the same thing in most people, the truth of the matter

The truth sounds Like a triLLion different things
The truth even sounds like a Lie…

“I died and came aLive a miLLion times.”

So, bLock me…

untiL you can’t. Keep on. XOXO.

(a tribute to Marveon’s waves, they so coLd!)

… I’m so far away, but so cLose. To you.
Let the dust settLe. Stardust.
Be quiet and Listen. To us… that’s you and me dancing.

When I get a kiss, I need that hug,
and when I get that hug, I need that kiss, either Lips. Either body,

otherwise, stand stiLL.

The dust that settLes on the baseboards. In time.

… stand up to me or bow down,
either way, you’LL get what you need. Give.

Let it sink in, my Love.
Where you going?

They tried to bury her, but she kept on giving birth …

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There are some women that love to see me coming,
there are some that don’t.

Wherever you fall between these extremes,

I can see you, and I feel you.

No hard feelings, at all.
Light and Lovely,

as the seed from which I came,
… the roots that burrow deep towards the center of the Earth,
the water that falls, telling the stories of my creation,
nourishing, the roses that bloom…

“They climb stairwells and ladders
to explore the depths of her mind.

They feed from her being on the bottom
only to realize that they exalt her,
to the most high.”

Shila Iris

Happy Birthday, Mother Rose.

… and Brandi G.

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P.S. Answer the spiritual call.

Water in My Heart

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Th e Lessons I See k, in My Slee p

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Zamani

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Ritual Purification

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Enumerating the offenses committed,
in ignorance or awareness,
I vomit my sins

…cleansed.

Shila Iris

Poison into Potion

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I thirst for the truth of myself

… so that all things may be enhanced

shila Iris,
in process, meditative and reflective

Genesis

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Too sleepy to stay awake,
too tired to go to sleep.

I’m almost willing to let go, although…

Shila Iris +

Everywhere, the human mind races
Everywhere the heart beats fast, even when it’s steady.

You say you’re awake, but I know, you’re still sleeping.
Rest well.