Pearls
She wears pearls, Reflecting the lustre of the deep. The depths that cannot be fathomed, The currents and secrets of the ocean, From whence wells the loves of the Mother. All this I see, hypnotized by her pearls.
Fire Dancer
Long, dark hair Burned black by the fire in her soul. She lights a conflagration of desire in the emotions of men. Smoke lingers in her wake, Cinders cover her shoulders. Granddaughter to Prometheus, she brings light. But beware, for her anger brings disaster, Complex and untamed like the flames that cast out darkness from humanity.
There is Never Nothing Going On
At six in the morning, On the bus, The only sound the thrumming of the engine, And the informing of the automated voice. Rolling down Kendall Drive, The passengers sparse this early on a Sunday. Lost in thought, Or a fleeting dream, Trying to catch elusive sleep. I get off at Dadeland, The exhaust and roar of the diesel the only farewell. Well, the man waved. The one with the
Creation
The bright rays of imagination Kiss my face As I lay adrift On the waves of my mind, The winds of my thoughts Caressing my skin. Beneath the surface, The sea of my creativity churns, Frothing white-capped waves cradling me Before I am tossed towards the sun, Only to plunge into the depths of my subconscious. Time becomes a memory Right beside the laws of gravity. No reference of the
Sankofa
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sankofa Sankofa It is not wrong to go back for that which you have forgotten. It is not wrong to reach into yourself and tap into that stream of united and flowing consciousness to sit at the roots of the tree. The tree of life and knowledge where we can find our ancestors. Smiling and beckoning to us to come and sit. To listen to their stories. To share in
Cosmic Flux
Transition is a constant state. The universe is fluctuating at this exact moment, recycling the same cosmic substance that has been here the entire time. This is fact. Anyone reading this can take a look at their life and there can be no denial that the state of things do not remain the same. If it seems to do so, it is only an illusion. Every second of every day
Left at the Crossroads
As we live, so we die. This is the natural order of things. Birth, growth, followed inevitably by death. Yet death need not be an event of sorrow. Those that leave these crossroads move on to the next step; the transcendence of the soul. That does not mean that they are no longer with us. Their temporal signature on our lives dwells within us and lives on within us. A
Maintenance
I have found that life is all about upkeep and maintenance. We have been given this gift called life, specifically as humans, and we have to maintain it. From exercise and good nutrition to healthy relationships and dynamic interactions with others. There are many more factors than this, but we need to do regular maintenance. Life won’t get better if we don’t actively work to make it so. Of course,
Meu Berimbau
I have been focusing recently on improving my ability to play and understand the berimbau. I have learned two toques, or rhythms, to a point where I can play them well enough. However, I want to slide into the rhythm when playing. I want to allow the sound of the berimbau to overcome my senses and project energy into the roda. To do that, I need to understand the instrument
The Temple
We no longer cherish our bodies. As a friend once told me “To be human is a privilege.” This flesh given to me is my responsibility as within it lies knowledge and information passed down to me by hundreds of thousands of generations of my ancestors. I must care for it as it is me. A part of me at least, as the physical is not the only aspect of
When Shall We See Each Other?
My dear friend Alejandra posted this on my Facebook time line: “When shall we see each other?” This is my reply: “When the sun and the moon meld in the sky to form a land of bliss where milk and honey flows into cups of ebony and gold from trees of jade and alabaster. Only then, in a reality of nostalgic happiness reminiscent of days past, of uncomplicated joy at
I Got A Haircut
Strange how visual we are as a species. For most people, a change in their life is never complete without an external and visual change. A different haircut (what spawned this line of thought), a different wardrobe, new car, or even new friends. Regardless of what the specific outward change may be, it is only a fraction that represents the exponentially larger internal transformation, for better or worse. These are
Creating Destiny
To create a thing Is to express Yourself. And in a manner, Seek temporal immortality. Words, sounds, and colors. Vivid representations Of the human condition. A multi-layered message, An outstretched hand. “We are here, Together. We came separately, We will leave separately. But we are here, Together. And this is what I see.” Creation, The power of the gods, Is not a power, but privilege. It is an honor to
Soulbond
I am Not of her blood. No physical resemblance, No physical ties. But for those of affection And warmth. Strange paths Brought us to this. I am Her son. Her light guides me, For it defines me. Her flaming demeanor Gave me An impulsive tongue And a mind adrift Through wildfire clouds. I was given Love of life and experience Love of people and connection Love of the world
Cosmic Wings
Distant and soft. A touch of starlight Illuminating my path, With ethereal glow. A tender presence, Of feminine confidence. Significant. Hidden within, Underneath the veil. Through the gate Of temporal fluidity, Soft colors of the earth, Filling my vision With Life and Love. Vibrant experiences Vibrating at the frequency of A flitting hummingbird, Carrying me through The seven gates of existence.