The bits you’re born with, tell the tale,
If you’re female, if not, you’re male.
If the spirit is confused
About which she is or witch he’s not,
He’ll be befuddled and bemused.
No need to say what is, is not,
No need to add things on
Or chop things off.
The resolution to his confusion
Lies in his discovering that he’s here
In this time and in this place
Inhabiting THIS body, with all it’s grace.
He’s not in some time past,
He’s not in some place lost,
Wherein he dwelled in a body
Not of the same gender.
To take a certainty of who one is
And introduce an uncertainty
Is the mark of an evil intent.
We all have a right to be certain of who we are.
The evil need to reduce the power and certainty of all others
So they feel superior and safe.
For they “know” in the blackness of their heart
That if others were strong and powerful, they would be done in.
Because that is what they would do to others if they had power.
So when you see a person lie,
And say that which is, isn’t,
Or that which isn’t, is,
Know that their intent is evil,
They mean you no good.
Your gender might be an accident of birth
It might not match your expection, desire or past experience
But it is a certainty, of that you can be sure
Unless the insane pull the rug out from under you.
When you feel unsure of things,
Recognise that someone has reduced your certainty.
Whether you feel shaky or you feel down,
Dwell not in your mind, it is full of traps for the untrained.
Instead, go for a walk and look at things
Touch the walls, the fence, the bench, the trees,
Increase your certainty that earth is earth
That trees are trees, that green is green and brown is brown.