Fresh Air.

I’ve been trying to follow the rules, cuz at the day’s end

I’d rather end each day in good health, not laid in

at an ICU, or self-quarantining at the Day’s Inn.

I’ve been going on long walks

and having long talks with my most

loved souls as I stretch out my soles.

My glasses get frothy, my vision has
me fogged up,

trying to breathe fully with a mask on makes me feel all clogged up,

But on a walk last evening, I had a several block-long window of space

where no one was around, only my mask and fogged glasses were strapped to my face,

So I pulled down my mask and fully inhaled –

It felt like diving headfirst into an ocean’s wave,

Like the crusted cage encasing me was unlocked,

my lungs were unshackled, all chakras unblocked-

I felt free.

I grabbed a hold of mother nature’s hand as it reached me,

and exhaled, audibly as the sidewalk scrolled beneath me.

It made me so happy, with a smile so candid

to breathe a full breath of fresh air,

something we’ve all taken for granted.
– RSM

🇺🇲 There’s Never Been A Better Time:

To *donate equipment* hospitals should have enough of already,

to show *support and respect* to the work of those who society otherwise overlooks,

to ‘be grateful’ when landlords ‘give their tenants a break,’

to ‘be grateful’ when health insurance ‘gives their *customers* a break,’

to buy into the stories our media feeds us, and the agenda that is pushed forward, because we’re ‘all in this together…’

But it’s not a good time to ask why we weren’t nearly as prepared as we could have been,

or to ask how our broken, rigged healthcare system can handle a pandemic, or if it’s even meant to,

or how black and brown people are more likely to die of COVID-19, MAINLY because of a lack of time off from work,

or how socialism is ‘the devil’, unless it’s done under the *right* people and called something like an ‘economic stimulus,’

or how the ‘greatest country in the world’ has failed their people the hardest, death toll now the world’s highest,

or how healthcare, housing, and peace of mind are constantly spun from being spoken of as human rights to means of fear mongering, classism, racism, and political polarization, shamefully twisted to place human life below corporate profits…

No, no. It’s never a good time to ask questions like those. Just stay home, and save lives. We’re all in this together. -RSM

The Light Within Us feat. COVID-19

Even in the Spring as the birds sing

and more sunlight floods through the air that we breathe in,

there is a light within that has gone a bit dim.

The Smiths may sing to you about it never going out,

but, lately my doubt and loneliness is like a cloud

that shrouds the wick of our souls as we’re all locked in the house.

Social, loving beings we are,

that’s why the word ‘namaste’ has made it so far,

but as I miss those who I love, I remember their light

and hope that mine shines through to them, and we still make each other bright. -RSM

The Altiverse Feat. COVID-19

Somewhere else in the multiverse things are a little different;

everything from a month ago is happening on my calendar, as it was written,

Life is ‘normal’ as we knew it, and I’m sharing a meme that says “this mf spittin,”

But somewhere along the timeline we’re on, it seemed to veer off course into a neighboring string;

A different reality, where Costco lines are long,

the biggest city centers are shuttered, but somehow, the toilet paper industry is still going strong.

The pandemic is well-vetted, it took more than fake news to spread it,

and it might be a while before it’s deaded,

but I don’t mind this weird ass altiverse so far,

I just take each upside down question mark of a day as it comes,

Take care of myself, make sure there’s food in the house,

Stay calm/cool/check-in on my loved ones.

Eventually the road not taken will converge

and curve back into the main, at least until the next swerve,

and whether it’s 4-8 weeks or longer,

we will outlast it; our lives better, our love stronger. – RSM

We See Our Past Through Emotion-Colored Glasses

Most of our lives get lost in time, unrecorded,

our recollections packed up, buried, and distorted,

until that one thing you see or hear takes you back to long forgotten places,

a storied oasis- but when it’s played back, details are lost, some people are faceless.

The five senses of our memories are the first to hop the fences,

in the social media age its still hard to recall, without some special occasion, a mental benchmark, or other pretenses.

The era in my life, the vibes and the times,

I can ‘re-feel,’ then ‘re-see’ them, with closed eyes-

the present reigns supreme, but I revel in those moments

where a flashback is triggered and I’m suddenly transported.

Sometimes it takes something new to bring back old visions

and when nostaglia hits, it hits with power and precision.

Taste, touch, smell, sights, sounds might not last,

but your emotions will spark a memory and take you right back

to how the moon looked that night, how hard they smiled,

a first kiss, last words, or that 26th mile.

Our own life story plays back in our minds,

Emotions at the wheel of the memories they drive.-RSM

Happiness is Practiced, Not Pursued.

Tranquility is not a place on a map,

Not a thing you can only achieve with a trendy new app,

or a 6 month deal, half off on the media

that you read, hear, or watch to establish mindful criteria.

I’m writing this as a PSA to myself,

so for you, my way might not be the best way,

But I prefer to close my eyes at any time or breathe deeply

instead of pointing at my calendar, looking forward to my ‘best day.’

Destination addiction is the baseline of the rat race,

the ‘pursuit of happiness’ is a road to nowhere but an exhausted, sad place.

Happiness is a state of mind. You can’t search for, dig up, and literally ‘find peace,’

rather, find some time to unwind,

just a few seconds to reset your second-guessings,

Devote some time to breathe, and watch your fears melt, anxieties evaporate, wash away your stresses.

The outer battle goes on, and even if you didn’t ‘get it all done,’

when peace of mind is the mentality you practice,

No matter the battle, the war is already won. – RSM

#DespiertóComoEste

Siento como una selva finalmente tocó por la lluvia

siguiendo meses del aire seca

y la morir de muchos de mis árboles.

Afuera de mi ventana es un amanecer con colores tan vibrante,

solo los ví antes en mis sueños.

Deseo cada mañana a sera como hoy, sin sentirse cansado, sin ansiedad,

solo tranquilidad y silencio.

Hasta mi alarma sono, el mundo es un pensamiento distante. -RSM