She came in peace…with a pen.
Beliefs are powerful. I find myself sifting through my beliefs and challenging my self to examine how those beliefs inform my life.
Belief.
What are four beliefs that stir up hope and faith for you? ( This question is for me)
I have observed some rather disturbing things in society this week.
I am choosing to believe that we are more than this negativity, division, and hate and that all this darkness will lead us to the light that exists within us and around us.
Clarity made it clear
She was clairvoyant
Her energy, her thoughts made her buoyant
Rage at her age could cause heart attacks
So she saught peace and facts
Usually she drove that old Cadillac
Sunglasses hid her gaze
Even on dark daze
Effortlessly she flowed through each moon phase
Her energy her thoughts made her buoyant
She was clarivoyant
Clarity made it clear
Snow drifted down melting on my melanin – it never had a chance
My inner light fire bright and strong third eyesight
Melting obstacles just like that snow
Each trial an opportunity to grow
Snow drifted down melting on my melanin – it never had a chance
Expectation burned hot on the back of my throat
Melted away intentionally with the Vick’s like vapors of optimism and blind faith I rubbed all over myself
It was time to heal and to believe in something more
Something real
Ambition radiated off my being
Anticipation of the new days and adventures to come wake me up earlier and keep me up later
The last few embers of the burning expectation give way to the warm coming of new words
New worlds
I am lit and this is only the beginning
Secluded she sang songs to herself
Each note took her higher and higher while somehow grounding her to earthly reality
Quiet is something you can feel
Secluded and safe she bathed in silence
Nothing about silence felt empty
Whole she felt
The transmutation of loneliness to golden solitude
She found her everything in silence
Purpose
Focus
Heaven
Secluded she sang songs to herself
Songs of love
Love of all that was
Love of all there is
Love of all that will be
Each note her little boat
On the river of calm and clarity
Secluded she sang songs
Home is where the heart is
Stop
Take 3 deep breaths and put your hand on your chest
Home is where the heart is and your heart is in your body
The temple of your body is your home
How are you taking care of your home?
Have you prayed in the temple for your temple?
Home Home
Home is where your heart beats
Where your nerves and brain meet
Heart Heart
Heart is where your home is
[found this in an email to myself from 2014]
She rode thru old spaces
Thinking of all those places
The words that fell from faces
Their weight had held her down
Horrified that she would drown
She now realized that fight she fought
And the fucked up shit it brought
Those actions were the offspring of fear
Amanayea came with the light & made it clear
Fear is Darkness meddling in your mind
Awakened to Truth she put fear’s ass in line
She refused to focus on the fuckedupness of life
the constant replaying of perceived strife
She rode thru old spaces
Thinking of all those places
The words that fell from faces
They were never holding her down-
They were building her up so she could wear the crown
