You’re different, she said
Summit magic, I whispered
Do tell, she nudged
Joy container floating at sea Flags of possibilities fluttering in the wind, E.I., A.I., movement, dance fusion, social enterprise, Schmoozing, biohacking, erotic blueprints, Sinek, like in Simon… Bingo, family-style dinners, psychedelics
Are you micro-dosing now, she asked
Nah, not my scene, but D.O.S.E. with Radha is
Squeezing sweaty strangers left me in love's drunken haze Peeling insecurities didn't know existed And gazing with hazel-eyed Brandon had me tripping, But it was C&C rhythms that set my spirit wild and free. Doodling is not for me, but it is for my new friend Karen, And I am definitely not a poet, but IN-Q is a lyrical king Unaware of his existence- now, forever etched in my mind For every word he speaks a symphony to my soul. I took a stab at poetry, weaving words that struck a chord shedding tears I did not expect but his death, at twenty-one, was not supposed to be. In the arms of impermanence, I found solace with Dr. Nikki And Dr. T left me fluttering with talk of growing hearts Dr. Sam decoded in silence, dislodging buried anguish. And Oksana, brave Oksana, a warrior on a mission to heal From the missiles of cowards, young lives she must shield Dr. Jeff is lending a chair, intensity set on high, Shifting waves of despair.
Feels heavy, she said
Not everything, I answered
But all meaningful, I added
I shook my hips with a merman And swayed with a violinist The DJing transcended And Live Jams trended. Jesse is easy on the eye But not why he’ll be remembered Hand the man a Mic, His activism is what’s needed. Carefully curated attires Aching to belong Beneath lies the urge To love and to merge The bond that connects. A sea of words exchanged Revealing pearls of wisdom To ponder and reflect. Sunshine and his bindi bright Blinded with kindness Sotto's spirituality Imparted deep perspective And the Ben’s had me in stitches. Nasreems words cut the deepest~ Who weaves my clothes, who toils in agony, And what part do I play in modern-day slavery? Over steam, a debate The future of medicine And how will A.I. be weaponized? Slathering mud on my skin Simon’s words soak in~ In a world full of loneliness, Have we failed our approach? To hold space Be in the mud Free from judgment To engage and not rescue To support and not fix. To listen Just listen. With permission To go on With tears and all And be less alone.
The joy container, she smiled
Summit magic, I replied
Sir Richards skyfall A gift from above Reminding us to gaze up Reach for the stars Dream of a world where the only bombs we endure come from Reggie and his flow. To dance with grace like Amy rising tall with purpose beyond limitations. For one thing is certain Our time is borrowed So make the most Make it count. Speak your truths Share your gifts And leave your mark So others may follow.
Dedicated to my sis Frances, Erica, Melissa, Stu, and all my fellow Summiteers,
until next time…
remember to F.L.Y. (first love yourself)
With Gratitude,
