birth and happening

moments pass as leaves fall,
the peace was wanted
yet not enough
not exciting enough
not amazing enough
so the peace went away
the chaos and disorder came back

because the peace knew it was unwanted

she did not know peace
was enough like a human
she thought peace happened, just became itself
through birth, like a human

she could breathe and know what was true
but that did not matter
the poetry pushes itself out of her pores
and her skin was pulsing in ecstasy
how she wished she could describe the state
she was in
the states she had been in
but all the words she had picked up
from colonial languages
not the ancient mother tongues
were not original enough
not unique enough to convey the vivid true
highlighted bright truth inside them insistently

she could not wrap her words around experience and deliver
it in a speech
no matter who or what the speech was destined for
she wished and hoped against the brick walls
of being stuck here
feeling that the walls were made of chaos
the same kind that chased the
beautiful perfect peace away
and the humans overwhelmingly misunderstood
so many experiences involving peace.

let go
she thinks
breathe it out
she whispers
I will reveal so much to you
she thinks
in peace, in the calm
she knows
I will teach you
she whispers
will you listen
she wishes