The Underground Garden: Reincarnate Me to A Better Day


 

I love y’all. Like LOVE this experience. Earth and its inhabitants are great. Every breakthrough, forgiveness, achievement, emotion, miracle, adventure. I love my five senses. I acknowledge my luck in possessing them and my health.

But this is exhausting. How a species claiming to be of the highest intelligence can be so cruel and neglectful is exhausting to witness.

How ego and self-interest shut down progress and common sense is exhausting to witness.

Existentialism is a mad science. Perspective is a hell of a drug. Love is undeniable. Our lives and imperfect selves are inherent power.

Yet, Earth’s Human species continues to steer off path. Continues to excuse grotesque actions. Even justify them. Tragic.

All the sermons, examples, unification, actions, insert mode of initiating direction onto a proper course here, must go on. It’s exhausting, but know, we are designed for this.

Take your machete and continue to cut the and through the bullshit. Keep fighting the good fight.

We all witness Sleepwalkers. Remember when you would nap with your steps? Love them. We all witness the spiteful. Love them. Love them as you defend yourself against their hate. Turning cheeks are for air kisses. It’s long been time for eye to eye dialogue to be heard between “opposing forces.” Oppose with open arms. Why not? Do not mirror Hate. Save your soul.

“All we (KEEP) saying, is give Peace a chance.”

Yet I’m worn. Like your favorite pair of sneakers. But I still got Soul. I still hope to see you in the galaxy purged of the nonsense those addicted to negative propaganda and highs breathed onto you. And purged of the negative breaths you exhaled. Told you we aren’t perfect. Take those breaths back and speak better, breathe better.

I’m rooting for you Humanity. I’m shouting with you Humanity.

Because being alive should not be traumatic. This isn’t just about racism, classism or sexism. We have sexual abuse survivors to think of, hungry people to think of, homeless people to think of, abused people to think of, poverty to acknowledge, injustice to stand up to. We have to respect those who walk with imbalanced hormones and brain wiring that cause a different reality than Yours. It’s a lot, but we can do it. We can be the love required. It begins by acknowledging the pain exists. Do not be ashamed to share your truth. Do not be closed off from those “different” than you or in need.

Let us allow ourselves and others to inherit a Healed Earth and Species. I’ll be that naïve woman proudly.

I’ll live and die believing in you Humanity.

No matter how exhausting my love is for you, you’re worth it.

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.