Mem'ry of Freedom

Last night I bathed in the new memory of freedom. It happened when I got word that another one of ours had fallen…only to rise again in the consciousness and spirits of those who were effected by his life. For the first time I truly wondered what would be my legacy…have I committed and commuted the path of sincerity and sacrifice for a greater cause or had I been nothing more than a conch shell screaming manufactured nothings that carry less than a water pail with holes in it?

I had to be still for the first time, so that I could grapple and negotiate that answer(s). As I traversed my thoughts I saw my stifled maturity stumbling in my relationships past and of late. I saw my broken promises stained with tears and petrified from abandonment. I saw my insecurities laughing at my self-sabotage and negligence. Wandering down this road I was flooded with shame, because it has taken me this long to acknowledge, act and accomplish anything less than remote.


I still question my purpose, but I’m comforted, reinforced and inspired by the spirit of one who has walked, stumbled and resisted the pathology resulting from the same oppression that has been responsible for my underdeveloped coherence. He has inspired me to no longer resist in ways that are safe, but to risk that which is only material in the first place. What is money when you cannot spend it freely? What is flesh if you cannot encounter the world authentically? What are words if your love cannot be conveyed sincerely? And what is freedom if it does not truly mean to be free anyway?

May your and my spirit find each other again, until then I will I continue the work you have started and carry on with the strength and wisdom you have imparted. Vicotoria Acerta! Somos companeros, siempre….