Posted in Blurb, Random

Following…

Please don’t get too bothered

if you followed my blog

and it seems I didn’t

follow you back.

Iย did,

but WP’s mobile app

didn’t believe me…

I’m following you now.

[Reflection] Age of Transcendence

Why are we all so worried about getting/ being old? Signs of aging are such beautiful things – Each grey hair, wrinkle, mole, and freckle are the small evidences of wisdom we’ve received as we transcend life’s experiences; and overcome the obstacles we encounter as we journey our life paths. Embrace your age! You’re still a beautiful being, no matter what.

Posted in Blurb, Forgotten writings, lost and found, New Work, Poetry, Uncategorized

[Poetry] – Fabled Enigma

I am poetry.

I am curves and swirls

letters and words and sentences

and action…

I am language

of both the unspoken

and the talk told.

I am stories

and I am legend.

I am writer

but also reader,

I am traveler

and also vehicle.

I am fact

in all its fable,

I am craft

I am creator.

I am versamilitude

I am intangible

enigma.

 

Written 07 February 2019
Posted in Blurb, Forgotten writings, lost and found, New Work, Poetry, Uncategorized

Light Feels Heavy

But I’m not ready to come down yet –

and I’m not ready to launch this next rocket, either…

I just need a transitional lift,

one that elevates me to the space where

I can’t tell up from down,

and light feels heavy…

Where I’m just meandering

and solitude is a friend.

Floating peaceably along;

reality’s edges soft and glowing,

and me just a wisp

of smoke, and warmth, and knowing.

 

Written 02 February 2019

NuBeing

Wisps of soul memory

flicker through flames of indigo.

Frequencies elevate;

Echoes of wavelength

heighten the potentiality hidden

within,

that shine through persona

like the fiery hues

of my unique pigment

immersed in the sun’s rays.

Threads of old soul

lace through the fiber of my new being.

My royalty is humble,

its raiment a bejeweled aura

adorning my crown;

Upon a quiet eye without sight

opened by its own perceived vision –

my dreams never let me forget

who my ancestry was…

My state of being

thrumming with the kindred awareness

of matrilineal Nubian vibrations.

 

Written 27 November 2018