“Who Are You?”

  I don’t know about that. 

I don’t know about anything. 

I could make something up if you need to hear it. 

What do you wish to see? 
I can only give you what you are willing to take and show you what you are willing to believe. 

You’ve done your scan, maybe without realizing it. 

You’ve painted a picture of me based off the small collection of art you hold in your mind. 

You’ve placed me within your past in a single moment – the moment you decided who I was. 

My expressions trigger you, I am a threat. 

My eyes make you feel something, I am a lover.

My clothes are chaotic, I am a hippie. 

I walk with confidence, I am conceited. 

My smell is familiar, I am a friend. 

Which box do I fit best? 

The way I speak could mean that I’m a liar, a slut, or a sinner. 

The way I laugh could mean that I’m compassionate, humble, or maybe lively. 

You’ve replayed you’re whole life as you stand before me and you’ve placed me within the confinements of your truth.

Well, I say ditch your boxes – they are dusty and outdated!

I honor the me that you know but I assure you, I am not just that.  

I am not just a slut or a dirty hippie or a health freak or an emotional chaos.  

I am not just passionate or honest or radiant.

I am not just an artist, or a dancer, or a writer, or a warrior woman. 

I am not just a lover, sister, daughter, or friend. 

I am much more.. 

There is no end and no beginning to the boundless assertion of Shakti energy – of creation – in this human form. 

Who am I?
I am untouchable, unstoppable, and unexplainable. 
Who I am is a shape shifting expression of the Infinite 

and I will crush every box that you put me in..
With love,

 – Z