Just Love. (My most epic declaration of desires and demands, inspired by Eve Ensler.)

With @djdrez . His beats. My words. It worked.

With @djdrez . His beats. My words. It worked.

You know what I want? I want JUST LOVE. Something so pure it transmutes my terror of not getting what I want into what I want the most: JUST LOVE.

You know what I want? Every desire to be a prayer with wings flying directly to God and back to me, like a circle, guiding my every single word, guiding where my hands move on the keyboard and out in the world, over all the broken things begging for JUST LOVE.

I want to know where I came from, how very ancient and dimensional I am. And in that fullness — so perpetually full — I will marry the maker of the cosmos, and every morning we will make so many things out of … JUST LOVE.

You know what I want? I want justice. Not only because I am justifiably angry but because I know that I know the truth — my body told it to me. She said:

Ecstasy is your birthright.

You do not have to earn your freedom.

You are sanctioned to do your work in the world. And anyone who attempts to smear your Divinity is on the wrong side of Universal Law.

You know what I want? I want all my friends to fall in love, including me. In love — all of us, with each other. With our smiles, our sex, are neuroses, our most gorgeous intentions. I want us to hear the music of each other.

I want to come. More than once. Every day, however Shiva Shakti wants to give it to me. I want to fuck JUST LOVE, eat JUST LOVE, make, dance, sing, buy, offer, melt into JUST… LOVE.

I want to move beyond self-improvement and “guilt-free” dessert. Guilt and joy are not part of the same equation, and status quo will not give you the most awesome bliss you’ve ever known — but JUST LOVE will.

You know what I want? Less plastic and more mindfulness. Tomatoes that taste like tomatoes. I want to see images of real women — that have not been Photoshop’d into impossible alien creatures in articles and news stories about the truth, written and produced by women who were properly paid to write and produce.

I want us to become so conscious as a culture that advertisers give up trying to fool us.

I want my son to be free to embody his Soul in the world. And to show us what it looks like to adore the Divine Feminine, and to respect one’s Mother. I want his educators to ask him: How do you want to feel? How may we help you to stay true to yourself? How shall you serve? And maybe he’ll say, “With JUST LOVE.”

Just love has teeth, you know. Sometimes you are going to have to bite. Ask Kali; or Durga, the goddess for war; or any Mother who crusades for change.

JUST LOVE will fight back if need be. Or she will wash their feet. She will give her milk, her strategies, her gold, her sheer elegance. Again and again, she will issue the sacred invitation — again and again, and again. I want that. All of that. A JUST LOVE.

YOU know what I want because you want it to.
Do we want too much? No. Never. We want what we want.

All hail the insatiable!


Ecstasy is our birthright.
We do not need to earn our freedom.
Our work in the world is sanctioned — by us —
we who are willing to live for JUST LOVE.

 

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