“Mommy, am I a black person?”“Why do you ask that?” I’m amazed at the sweetness and sincerity he’s asking me.“I want to be a black person because I don’t want to be a white person if they are bad.”“Baby, do you understand what that means? Do you understand the difference between a black person and a white person?”He shakes his head no.“Aww baby people are good and bad by their actions. Being white doesn’t make a person bad,”“And being black doesn’t mean you can’t be bad too?”“Yes baby, we can be all those things by how we act and treat others.Come here, let’s go have this conversation with Smores.”We walk over to the bedroom and I ask Clarence to ask Mars what he thinks.“Smores, am I a black person?”And I catch him up on our dialogue. We both look at one another with smiling and knowing the wisdom of this question.“Clary, well you are an Asian person, mommy is an Asian person, I’m a black person, your sub is a white person but we are all people.”“So my sub is a good person too…”“Yes Clary, we are all good people if we are kind and nice to each other,”Mars explains to him, “we are all human.”“Do you understand the difference of why you are Asian and Smores black and your teacher white?”He looks at me bright eyed, then shakes his head no.I look again at Smores and we are both in awe.“It just means where our ancestors, parents And grand parents come from, like Korea, or Africa, but we are also here in America.”But I love the fact that he doesn’t see race, and I look as his eyes grow heavy and he falls asleep just like that.Mars says, “I’ve seen Clarence just like this since the first day I met him and he said to me, ‘I like you,’ as he touched my face and looked at me big eyed and genuine. He just approached me and knew I was receiving him with love, but I knew he was special that he just came up to me when he just met me. He just feels the good energy.”I’m joyful. “honestly, I love that he doesn’t see race. He just sees we are all different shades of human. I want to just let him stay this pure a little longer.”“This is what I’ve always said. Racism is taught.”Mars and I have been quoting Clarence’s words from a couple weeks ago in our daily talks and jests.We were all sitting in the bedroom, each watching our own shows one evening and sharing what we found funny. Elijah and Mars next to him and I, myself, half dangling off the the bed with my head hanging to be near them sitting on the rug.Clarence just starts laughing out loud saying with amusement, “it’s kind of funny, but we all kind of look alike.” He laughs again so amused at his own epiphany, “But me and Smores, we look exactly alike.” He squeals with laughter at the revelation as Mars, Elijah, and I look at one another than start cracking up because it’s so real, and Mars exclaims laughing so happily, “Yes Clary, but me and you, we look EXACTLY alike!” And we all continue to laugh as I am bursting from heart to toe. “Yes Clarence!” I shout, “we do all kind of look alike, but you and Smores, you guys look Exactly alike.!”

God is Warm

Little Clary asks, “what does the word God mean?”

And I think, “hmmm well he’s the word of creation, the one who created everything.”

“But he’s not real right,” questions, “because I can’t see him?”

“Well he means to have faith. You can’t see God because it takes faith, like love, you can’t see love but you feel love right?”

“Why did God make you so warm? I can’t see you warm but I can feel you warm.”

And he speaks poetry to me in every word he says.

“Yes baby, it’s like feeling warm.”

Queen Bee

I do me

So these two little bees

Who hear and see everything

Won’t sacrifice happiness for duty,

If that business,

In the eyes of the meek

Changes week to week.

Capricious sheep who change

The rules of the game

Depending on what they say‘s on fleek.

So I live free to do me

And hope these two follow,

No Joan of Arc,

But instead be free.

Why Does Time Fly

Time goes as we move in the flow,

And even with eyes open wide,

My mouth drops low,

When I see how he grows,

Body, mind, heart, and soul,

Like a rollercoaster ride,

Climbing up slow,

And sliding down as if we are flying

With my stomach a flutter

And my head high,

As he asks why?

Why do the stars shine,

And gray clouds cry?

Why are my eyes bright,

Why does the sun light up the sky,

And why do I love you

And it makes me smile why?

A Mother’s Cry

#yogiexpressions last day favorite pose

#anahatasana today I literally cried while teaching a class and I had poetry in my head.

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A Mother’s Cry

Have you seen a woman cry?

Have you seen a mother cry?

She,

A pillar of strength,

Feels hurt deep enough,

That when she sheds tears,

The earth cries.

Have you seen a woman cry?

Have you seen your mother cry?

She,

The essence of love,

Unleashes all the pain,

She’s been holding

For all kind.

Have you seen a woman cry?

Have you seen your mother cry?

She,

The gentle warmth you crave,

Endures everything

For you and you and you,

Until earth’s water spills over.

Boy from Infinite

Boy from Infinite

You came from the infinite,

Dropped down from the same whirlwind the prophet with the same name left in giving you a

Heart of Eros,

Guts of Apollo,

Rage of Aries,

Mind of Zeus,

Passion of Poseidon,

Strength of Hercules.

You came into this world

Crawling with light in your eyes

And a sweet cherub voice,

I held you in my arms and stared at us in the mirror thinking, “even Goliath was held by his mother”

And you changed me in every way imaginable.

I loved harder, hurt deeper, cried rivers and laughed til the earth shook.

Infinite boy, you woke me up and saved me.

You loved me more than any human had before,

And I crumbled.

I see in you the parts of me I love,

And sometimes the parts of me I thought I couldn’t.

You are my world,

Boy from Infinite,

You brought me light

Like Prometheus,

And helped me lift the world like Atlas,

And I am eternally grateful.

Happy 10th birthday Elijah.

#365daysofyogapoetry

Sagittarian Mama, Aquarian Child

Lying in bed with my 3 year old he says, “mommy because….. I love you forever.”

“You know what forever means?”

“Yeah because you’re always with me.”

“I love you forever and ever and ever.” But as I speak I think, well there’s a chance by circumstance I won’t be here forever, realistically thinking. “But Baby, what if I’m not here forever? What if maybe I am sent away one day?”

He stares into my eyes silent for some time. I stare back.

“Well then I will fly up and catch you. Yeah I will fly up and catch you and bring you back down so you will be with me forever.” He speaks with conviction.

“I love you baby Forever and ever!”

Porches

Pure Bliss

Slow mornings

Vanilla steamer

Cappuccino

Ficus Benjamina

Gentle sunlight

“How’s you cup.”

“Mmmmmmm”

Don’t Take My Heat

At the doctors office

Nurse asks, “hi how old are you?”

Clary just stares.

“Can you step on the scale.”

He steps and she records.

“Great! Can you stand under here so I can measure you?” Pointing to the stadiometer.

Clary walks face forward up to it and I laugh.

“Turn around baby.”

“Ok I’m going to take your temperature.” And touches the electric thermometer up to his forehead.

“No!” He screams upset. “I want my temperature back! I want my temperature back.” Groping at the air, crying, and putting the invisible temperature back to his forehead.

I chuckle realizing someone just took his heat.