Deeper

I tell you, somebody stole my face.

I can’t seem to stop this river of tears.

Black face on the ground, black face in the cages.

I tell you, somebody stole my face.

When I found it, it was dark like the night in its elegant beauty.

When I found it, it was in a dreadful theater called the White Man’s Burden. When I found it, it was already condemned to live in a basket of lies.

But when I found my hidden face, the window of eternity swung open.

I tell you, somebody stole my face, my precious face.

I hold it in my hands, catching tears of sorrow and joy.

I hold it with the kind hands of my ancestors.

I hold it turning into many faces, appearing across time and space.

I hold it dancing with the cosmos itself.

I tell you, somebody stole my face.

But I have a secret for you, my friend.

Somebody stole your face, too.

I know you’ve been searching for it.

Find your face.

Find the ground of no coming and no going.

Embrace yourself.

Love yourself.

Lift yourself up so you can lift all the rest of us to higher ground.

And remember,

when you touch your face,

George Floyd can no longer have that joy.