A Line–
like a Life–
can go anywhere.
It can go up or down,
remain straight,
or around and around
like a labyrinth
in which
one at first feels lost
then found.
spirit
OLD
i look in the mirror
and feel old–
outdated
faded.
i am looking through the lens of fatigue,
a tired body is ill at ease,
not always accurately does its mind perceive.
pulchritude has never been my currency,
the first thing most people see in me-
that which lent validity.
living in a world that places so much value
on physical appearance,
i mastered the art of dis-appearance–
learning to hide deep inside;
shrink from severe lack of confidence;
stuff the pain with food
in lieu of alcohol or cocaine.
now, I mature,
a process treated with great contempt,
as if it were manure.
the gift of getting older
is that One gets bolder!
You tend to give
less of a fuck
to the ego
and the others
who think you just plain suck.
Ain’t nobody got the time
for that drama and fuss.
Waking from a Deep Sleep
I am
waking
from a deep sleep,
wondering
Where am I?
What is it
I had to eat?
How did I get here
to these beliefs?
I rub my eyes
as I try
to make sense
of what has become complete nonsense.
I hear the ancestors cry;
they ask why?
Why are you and your kin moving back?
Do you not realize this is a slap
in the face
to those who were brave?
Don’t allow our sacrifice and pain
to have been made in utter vain-
wasted blood, sweat, and tears
over the course of hundreds of dark years!
Wake up from your deep sleep,
the antecedents weep.
It is now your turn to learn
that freedom ain’t free;
it is your sacred responsibility
to the past, present and future
family.
#MoreLove
More Love
this is what the world
needs more of.
More time spent together
remembering we are
keepers of each other.
We’re all made of the same stuff,
crafted from sanctified dust;
unique yet the same,
OneLove with different names.
In you, I see my divinity;
In me, you see your humanity.
We are but mere mirrors –
brothers, sisters.
We must re-member
What We Really Are,
never from our Light
shall we stray too far.
More Love
that is what our world
craves more of-
give It,
receive It,
preach It,
commit
to
Love.
Make It your religion,
your only reason for being.
Two Friends
Two Friends
on a beach
walking,
talking,
planning,
dreaming,
birthing
their visions
into existence.
One Friend,
compelled by her Soul’s necessity;
The Other,
moved by an insatiable curiosity.
Both,
desiring to leave behind
an indelible legacy-
to inspire,
empower,
unleash creativity;
to free the masses
from contraction and boredom
by en-couraging
expansion and freedom!
These two friends
on that beach
were destined to meet,
brought together
by old friends
now deceased.
The story continues
until it is
complete.
The Wave
i must see myself
as part of The Wave,
not some outlier to be saved
from this swarm of humanity
and its seeming insanity.
to most every body,
this frenzied activity
is really quite ordinary.
though, not to me –
a Soul that craves
tranquility;
the one that runs from the grind,
just trying to find
much less human density.
must do so quickly,
lest risk immediate psychic misery.
“Oh Lord, help me to perceive differently,”
i pray, so that i may longer stay
in the place where i am free,
not enslaved by a trickster ego
playing devious jokes on me!
The Second Agreement
To most, she is seen as sweet,
angelic and gracious.
To some, she is perceived as bitter,
mischievous, and a tad imperious.
Over there, her presence elicits
captivation and glee!
Here, she is an irksome mystery
from which all wish to quickly flee!
It all depends
on the spectator lens,
the time of day,
the way
the wind bends.
Not about her;
it is simply
a matter
of subjectivity.
She, sensitive in nature,
must re-call
the most challenging agreement
of them all:
Take no thing personally.
“It is not about me,”
she must come to see,
so as to not suffer needlessly,
drowning in an abyss of sheer misery.
To live peacefully,
to walk confidently,
to do righteously,
she must be steeped
only
in He.
America
“O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me. And yet I swear this oath-America will be!” Langston Hughes
My country
strives to be
a sweet Land of Liberty,
a Crown of Beauty,
from sea to shining sea-
an example
a beacon
to other countries
and peoples
to witness
the possibility
of beloved community
amidst vast diversity,
of justice
amidst adversity,
of kindness
in the midst of such plenty.
America,
this grand, young experiment
in democracy-
governance
of
for
by
We, The People.
Still struggling with its meaning,
back and forth, we go;
to and fro,
from the high
to the very low.
Another birthday,
America
tentatively celebrates,
expressing gratitude
for what is good.
While also cultivating
a firm commitment
to manifesting
for all
that which is
honorable,
innocent,
hopeful
within the
imperfect,
complex,
uncomfortable
experiment
that gave birth to a nation
of immigrants.
Pray
PRAY,
allow God
to show you
His Way,
His Plan,
His Hand.
There’s no need
for you to understand.
Simply surrender
to The Will
of your Creator,
The One who sees
far and wide.
What, then,
is a better guide
to how one lives and thrives
on this journey
called
Life.
Twists and turns,
scars and burns,
new lessons
constantly re-learned.
Such is the stuff
of a Life,
that crooked path of a spirit made flesh.
And so, we humbly relent,
look up, only to the sky
for consistent help.
PRAY.
Listen.
Do only what He says.
dabbler in many, master of none
before making Its way down to Earth,
does the Soul know if it will embody
a master or a dabbler?
one for whom
destiny is crystal clear
while for the other,
purpose is a vague, elusive idea?
the master is crafted for a particular task;
the dabbler meanders-
no set directive or path.
is one gifted,
the other cursed?
one disciplined,
the other trifling?
no wrong,
no right;
simply the story of a Life,
the lyrics of a Soul’s unique song.
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