This Whole Seeing
Nina Simone, was it And what about God? Nobody can’t take away? or was it And what about God? Nobody can’t take away. or was it a journey, a question mark turned into a period? One second rest before the refrain, a moment to give that one sentence a chance to linger for one more while in the listeners’ heads. Or, I prefer, a moment of surrender. Until... Dang! I got my hair, I got my head I got my brains, I got my ears I got my eyes, I got my nose I got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, I got my chin I got my neck, I got my boobies I got my heart, I got my soul I got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, I got my hands I got my fingers, I got my legs I got my feet, I got my toes I got my liver, got my blood I got life, I got my life I got my freedom, I got life! Everything begins with nothing, between these two poles is a verb: surrender. And this whole seeing, is beauty.