Friday, February 11, 2011

a simple look at:

love


 in 


revolution




revolutions are somehow like falling in love.

you entertain an idea, bend, frizz, furl and twirl it until it fully develops. 

you dream. 

you concoct scenarios and brew plans.

you dream big.

you woo and court and scheme and flirt and there is this tremendous build-up.

you see endless possibilities.

you know what it will feel like when you reach your goal.

you sing jubilant victory songs.

you dance.

you dream bigger.

you write powerful poems.

breath~ and sleepless, you become the idea
you become love
you become the lover
you become the revolutionary
you become the revolution

you hide

only 

to

emerge stronger 

fierce

radiant

victorious

and life and ideas fall into place

like love falls into you and the one you desire

and you fall right back into love

like a ripe orange

onto Tahrir Square
.

then, when everyone turns

away from 

the wall

the square

the palace

the auditorium

to go home,

when normal returns

~albeit different~

after the victory's ecstasy ebbs

the task at hand is to go take this love you have fallen in

and carry it into your day

break it up like sun rays through Montana storm clouds

and light the nooks and crannies of your revolutionary idea 

polish them like sapphire dregs

grow them like anything sativa

careful

patient

pragmatical

shelter and nurture

whatever you do:

don't duplicate our mistake


don't just lie there 

turn over

snore

after that first kiss of revolutionary bliss

now is where the work begins

here is when your identity changes

from 

lover

to 

revolutionary

and once in a while

take a mirror

to look behind you

so you remember

how far you have come


i stand with you in spirit


i sweep my floor


wishing it was Tahrir Square


or anywhere in


Tunisia


Yemen


Bahrain


Libya


and Teheran


i salute you


beautiful souls


freedom fighters


mothers of martyrs


brothers, sisters, fathers, daughters


sons


stay strong


we belong


together


.


free

!