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By Elizabeth Estrada
Elizabeth Estrada is a multi-disciplinary artist from Los Angeles but currently resides in Berkeley, California. She specializes in painting and spoken word poetry. Her poems are inspired by the beauty and mystery of life. Her work includes themes of sexuality, vices, self empowerment, spiritualism, social issues, and more. You can find her on Instagram @wrapperliz.The lines drawn between us are made of chalk
kept together through the cult of culture
but when do these chalk-drawn lines become glued to the cement?
when do we start labeling ourselves less similar more different?
Underneath its bone and atoms
but he argues his Adam and Eve are the building blocks of reality
she argues the atoms in her body are to be worshipped
they argue the true God is Atum
The Egyptian Sun God
I grew up worshipping the
son of God
Later I distanced myself from the loose chokehold of the congregation
I started worshipping higher selves and books on secluded shelves that spoke of hidden knowledge
toltec wisdom, the druid systems, hindu goddesses, my own psilocybin experiences
I’m glued to this rock
I ate too many shrooms but atleast I know we are all connected
funny though because everyday I feel
disconnected from self.
constant daydreams and mental schemes but it’s okay because I
I pray to
god, source, universe, higher self.
I create my own proof even when doubt starts climbing
up
my
flesh
I know god exists because look at the sunset
and the roof over my head and how I just thought of an old friend and got their text the next day
and how my brother survived a psychotic episode and is still here today and the tasty food on my plate
I know god exists not because I read it in a book
but because how the sun hits my skin
it glistens, i try to listen silently.
don’t wanna misinterpret
but I’m pretty sure source is showing me its worth it to worship him, her, it
less about gender and more about bliss
god is the communion between potential and human
god is the thread I sew into the fabric of my being
even when I feel isolated in my body
I know there is something greater guiding me in this reality
you see its not about the books on secluded shelves its about the feeling you have when you know
you
are
Held.
