Meditation my mediation
On the surface, copecetic
Inside the animal dancing
Day and Night, Dark and Light
How many masters can you serve?
A thirst for blood…killer
A hunger for excellence
Distracting yourself again or are you blaming others?
A cup of love, let me taste
Free will, a terrible thing to waste
-Jewel
As you grow and you’re pruned, the world crashes down around you defaulting to ash.
The dust of the ones you loved and thought loved you too, all scattered into miniscule fragments.
The after glow of day knowing you are destined to live the life of a phoenix. Whats always yours has always been, and will forever be.
Leave me to my thoughts, the ones you are mad when I express…the ones you cant control. The life you think you possess and the one I behold.
Those who watch the storms come…dare I beg you, pray them away?
And whats wrong with chasing waterfalls? The rivers and lakes I know are drying up like fadded memories and things I love to forget. Hate to remember you and the summers we fell in aubile laughter created in love.
I’m pretty sure Ive exhausted myself.
What would it take to get inside of you?Just thinking about what makes that brilliant mind of yours tick, makes my stomach ache. Butterflies? Does the thought of flutters make your heart shutter?
I’m not ready to know you just yet. But if I was…I can’t help but wonder how many disappointments you’ve faced; how many loves arrived next to you, and never took place. Did some guy get to hold your hand or touch your heart with memories too soon erased?
You see me, but I cant find you. I’m looking at you, and you don’t recognize me.
Embrace yourself.
I’ll write a love song for the good times we haven’t had yet…the kisses that may never happen. And the thoughts I’ll never tell you.
I saw rays of God through my front door and instantly wanted to worship him. Not a variety of hues around me; only yellows and oranges…the color of hope.
WHY am I up so early? I’m off work and even the busy streets surrounding me are all null/none/nari.
My body feels alive as it is welcoming oxygen in every part that was stiff from last nights death. No breaks from this fast yet. No hydration or vitamins to combat the decay.
I give in to the urges of cat like stretches and yawns; my bones creak, my muscles thank me. My skin is dry and smooth as I run my fingers across my arms. My hair a wooley mess…a mane I’ll never tame.
Through my door I still see God seeping in. I hear him in the silence. I feel him in the not so warm spring breeze. I know him. I want to worship him.
Praise Be God! Maya Angelou was one of the most inspirational writers of our time. As an African American woman, she always offered a unique perspective and loads of philosophical wisdom. Angelou was a civil rights activist, poet, orator and an inspiration to minority women everywhere! Check out Nicki Minaj paying homage to the late great Maya Angelou at Shining A Light: A Concert for Progress on Race in America, presented by A+E Networks and iHeartMedia. For more from the concert, tune in to A&E on Friday, November 20 at 8/7c. . #Salute
DropaJewel, because someone has to 