memories from the future

my tears are sacred.
my joy is sacred.
mother earth purging through my physical vessel.
only in this physical human form can this type of work be done.

i’m here to remind others of their joy.

go into the pain.

tread gently and you’ll find a treasure.

it will break you
and through that crack ecstasy flows into the world.

my medicine has to be shared.

how do i know?

my mind doesn’t
my body remembers
my soul knows.

i suffocate if i can’t exhale my creativity.
visions come and pass
and i do my best to catch them
and bring them to form.

humanity’s suffering has to end. it is time.

how can i be so sure?

because it feels like a memory from the future.

something that has already happened
and yet doesn’t quite exist yet.
i’m starting to remember
and creating with nebulous impulses.

weaving the future into the present with the help of the past.

now is the only time to act.