Survival Guide

Genocide survives    
in my blood      
a permanant existence      
of Cherokee and Jew      
gifted by ancestors    
no longer human    
               
I'm a natural born survivor                
disbelieving, at times                
in the power of Love                
to deliver souls              
from a holocaust                
               
Tribal extinction                
validates that belief                
               
So does a broken heart                
               
Gone are the Asan, Bo                
Emishi, and Ware                
               
Also Us                
as we once were                
               
The beauty of Survival                
is that it lives -
becomes an exodus                
fleeing a rooted past                
               
Follows Love's voice regardless               
submits to vast deserts                
lifetimes without a compass                
if that's what it takes                
               
Clinging despite confusion                
when all hope abates                
               
Relying on manna                
honey-caked deliveries                
for sustained strength                
               
Feeling through dust                
for a trickle of calm                
beyond blind faith            
. . .           
               
I have no answers                
as to whys of anything                
               
how some incidents pass                  
easily through forgiveness                
while others flay flesh                
in the teepee of our ribs                
               
Except to know there is                
somewhere up ahead                
quiet respites from noise              
. . .         
               
Beyond worldly annihilation                
and human error lies                
the cumulation of experience                
               
A Promised Land of Truth                
where everything makes sense                
               
We'll wonder as we wander                
through the Library of Us                
recorded from the Beginning                
of this, our forgotten Source                
               
how, even without a guide            
for survival, we could've ever            
doubted arriving together                
~                
               
               
For J, Love of my Life                
and Bestest Friend                
💜💑