Watching the rainfall I was deeply moved, I suddenly felt one with the rain -- just like a raindrop falling from the familiar sky into the unknown, afraid and alone, unaware of the role it will eventually play, till one day it evaporates home.
My emotional neediness, low self-esteem, need for approval, fear of being abandoned, pattern of comfort-eating, fear of public speaking were just a few of these patterns I found rooted in the psyche of the child within.
Then one morning not long after, I woke up early to find what I quickly realized were my own American Girl version of Hafiz poems coming through, from God knows where.
You have the prettiest heart I have ever seen.
You have inspired more tears than any man, but my tears have songs inside them.
You and I have been in crowded rooms, fully clothed,
and still shared more intimacy than I have with any man who has been naked in my bed.
She held his gaze.
She told me she had put on all
the layers of clothes
she could,
before he told her
to get
in the back
of the truck.
A jacket over a jacket over a jacket.
His chin-drool.
She held his gaze steady.
We ate chow mein from a can. We put butter on our white rice
with black pepper. We thought sliced bread was a thing of wonder.
We salted our watermelon. We were racists.
Don’t ask me about my sun, my moon, my stars;
Don’t think they will teach you my triumphs and scars.
The truth you are seeking won’t come in a word.
The secrets I’m keeping will speak when I want them heard.
Don’t ask me my sign -- no, don’t ask me that yet.
They said, go down and make miracles
Make this world a better place
Don't waste what we gave you
Don't squander your talent
And I don't know about you
But any magic show I've ever seen
Happened fast, faster than my eyes could believe
And I think, I'm here to make magic, create change