just listen_
do what calls to you from inside your voice_
under your belly_
behind the heart of you_
what is that thing that resides there?
what is that move that is made_
from that which comes from another place?
not of this plane.
a place that has no name_
that which cannot be named_
it is not god_
for god is a name_
an idea_
we have created_
to try to understand these things_
to try to understand anything_
there is no name that can be called that tells me who or what you are_
here, “you” is the unnameable thing_
the voice inside the voice_
under my bones_
behind my blood source_
you are there and i can feel you_
when i sleep _
when i wake_
i have no idea of your origin_
though i imagine no idea could hold it_
and from there i expand to trust_
whatever will be done, must.
when you speak through me_
i am sure_
i feel in line wth the universe_
i am me again_
often though it’s so loud i cannot hear you_
and i am operating_
as if outside my self _
so i quiet down_
i write_
i come closer to my body _
by feeling and observing_
i let the judgement drop about what is real and what is not_
my imagination and stories quicken, to try and keep up_
i slow them again_
to let my body run.
-nicole garlando (cole) 2023
Cole 