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you choose
free yourself, sister!
your strength will carry you,
your trust will belay you
and guide you to your next step –
to another window of Truth,
of the mirror you turn from
cuffed
onto matter over mind.
free yourself Today, sister
(the chains are within)
pass on the collar, girl,
stand up taller
and let the wind sing through you
let it sink into your shaking hamstrings,
your legs alive
and the silence inside.
the arms tearing,
stretching for a grip
on this thing called “freedom.”
…maybe to admit
falling
is floating
is growing….
-elise kost
the key, just being
is easier than it sounds, seems –
breathe your relief,
…love reaches, for us each.
-elise kost
religion reinvented
like the paper cup
sipped by lips after lips
leaks,
like the prophet’s pocket
picked for a bigger space
on the porch of grace,
old divinity
folded over and over
tends to crease.
-elise kost
earth and man
once…
there was no separation of
earth and man
harmony was necessary.
then came the storm of
church and state
systemized judgments of actions, thoughts, emotions -
everything organized into
love…, or hate.
people stopped tasting their food
numbness grew, like a plague.
awareness became commerce, politics, “waste management,”
every moment planned.
then, people began
trading freedom for fear.
…trading endangered lion, wolf, elk, bear territory
for cattle ranching.
…trading
red mountain blood for strip mining
forests of oxygen for clear cutting
Mother ocean for oil drilling.
…trading conscience – consciousness for what
“people” think
for what “they” say -
allowing “them” to discern
where to end….where to begin…..
…trading just enough for everyone
for more and more and more
for some.
so, when i feel a “law” clawing in
i feel the need to
block it, break it, taste it -
climb up the highest mountain
and shout from my soul, stomach, wounds :
“there are no walls to hide behind
no definitions
no rules
no giving up
no weakness
WE ARE FREE !
we are whom we choose to be.
…there is no wrong along the path
of harmony.”
…and this illusion of time
has us climbing over each other.
busy busy minds choosing
not to realize (real eyes)
that there is no box
to think outside of.
there is no box to Think outside of.
we are whom we choose to be.
and what we see and sculpt
of each day, each moment, each creation
can only be as good
as the pulp
of our own
imagination.
-elise kost
Elise Kost of Joshua Tree has been writing since her fingers could wrap around a pencil. She began with stories of princesses and swamps, always with a moral at the end. After six years of studying
philosophy, psychology, and feminist studies in universities in Washington and Oregon, Elise chose to live on the road for nearly four years, traveling throughout the country from coast to coast, giving
spoken word performances and selling her five self-published books. Having camped through most of her travels, this journey greatly inspired her reverence of the natural world and influenced her
environmentally and politically toned writing to encourage life awareness in her readers and listeners.
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