The Stormy Now

[Tyehimba]

Inside the  savage walls of the mind's conception
the memories of yesterday are bittersweet
pouring into the cup of today's reality
a becoming healer whose chants of Africa burst through the misery of society's corruption
where broken dreams spill tears of blood on the black African dirt of karmic reaction
the depth and anguish of suffering brings tears and provides the fuel for cosmic flight

oppurtunities missed hisses in regret
yet the cycle will continue
and the hidden one sees all
and is in peace (hetep)
knowing that from the broken ground
will spring forth the seeds of consciousness
and that art like life art upholds Maat
and rivet ones with eyes of pure fire.

and love everpresent,
vibrates through a sphere of compassion
guiding interactions on moonlit nights
and reasonings that climbed like the moon straight into the morning
of a spring's bath, where Oshun's embrace is comforting and soothing

and the flight that was dreamth of is a reality that awaits the seeker
for the harvest is plentiful, but the labourers are few
so in the dreamtime of todays actions,
comes the contemplation/realization of true satisfaction
the toil of now is needed to rise
above the lies of conditioned hate that perpetuates this damned state.
truth be told , we determine our fate
from the effects of actions that we create
in self all is possible
and the blooming future is pregnant with possibiities

Tyehimba

[Kebo]

This is awesome. Thank you. Kebo

[helena]

Thank you for sharing the meditation of your heart, I joined you there in that moment, poetry is truly a blessed expression of the journeys we go on in moments of meditation or only a split second of realisation.
Give thanks and praises,
peace, helena

[out_of_Zion]

the last four lines speak such pure truth, i shared them with friends, truth always lives.