poetry

"3 petals falling off a wet black bough" New York, Jan. 1st 2012 appx: 12:30am

We Jumped Fences

Heart racing,
breath, cold fog. 44th street.
underneath the scaffolding. we run. Just 3 petals falling faster than the others off a wet black
bough.

NYPD. No one knows for sure the answers to our questions. They all just keep pointing
us further and further away from the great sparkly spear. Telling us we won’t          we can’t
make it. All the roads are closing.        At 47th              Officer Mike said “if you run . . .

“so it’s not fuck all the police” – Dec. 31st 2011 New York, approximately 10:45pm

you just might see it” — a photo op for our bucket list, so it’s not fuck all the police
and further we run. 54th street.
Barricades we don’t run right through ‘em. Shift left, shift right, underneath support beams,
ladders anybody superstitious yet? We scream for a friend that doesn’t exist.
Makes us look like we have purpose.
59th we made it? It’s still—open. But full of faces, some don’t like that we’re impatient

“3 petals falling off a wet black bough” New York, Jan. 1st 2012 appx: 12:30am

Some don’t like that we won’t wait. Many don’t get that we’re on a mission—
that’s                 not impossible?
They refuse to understand some part of us is better than what we’re seen in passing on the
streets. They don’t get that we
don’t care                about what some don’t comprehend. Cause the little liberty in front of the
Rockefeller tree never gave us anything in our dreams. Just false hopes from a vision that was
always unclear. And here we were chasing another.
A chance of a lifetime . . . one to see a giant orb. Fall                     for what? Havoc! Cause
that’s what we’re reeking of. “Officer! She has asthma . . . we have to get 4 blocks down”
Fuck him           he’s in our way, taking up valuable time. So we run, before he can think to stop
us. we jump. Leaving our wretched stench on the other side of fence number 4

On 7th street in the midst of thousands of people we saw. it. In all its vim and vigor. Zoom
is a marvelous creation. All that looks glorious . . . clearly just knows where to shop.
The countdown began. 10
9
8, 7. . .We got lost.
Lost in the numbers. The voices.
Never saw the shiny marble
drop. and it was over. But for a second,
back at fence three,
we swore we heard Lady Liberty snickering through the streets as we laughed. (more…)

Meditation of the swift soul, fast heartbeat, tired feet trekking through a wondrous wilderness

My foremothers

and forefathers knew as I do of the highest—of powers.

The omnipresence of a higher consciousness—found only in love or andestagōnwa, and unity—the celestial sphere collides with the spiritual realm.

Good vs Evil: the battle between the human flesh and its celestial being forever rages within Wombman and Man and all their  many offspring.

My life will be afflicted

with pains and grievance

should I so choose to partake in the evils of my lower self—my ever-parishing flesh.

But these thoughts,

words

and actions today

in these happenings will yield to I in this life and in the next all that my heart desires should my intention be for the good and love of myself, my brethren and my sistren, and the earth to which I am forever domicile. (more…)

To the root of the matter

Imagine—dying today and never completing your life’s mission, never fulfilling your life’s purpose. . . #tragic the thought         . . . is it not?

At your conception life was given to you—you received your one true mission, your one true purpose, your ultimate life goal. All of the latter only you can achieve by way of finding yourself.

Once you find yourself in this lonely world of faces and chaos of racing hearts there is nothing you cannot find: love, peace, truth, justice, freedom, happiness, fulfillment, wealth, courage…and so on…

See, when you find yourself you open up your very own path to eternal life in the most literal of senses—and it then becomes your duty to follow your mind and spirit through your various degrees to enlightenment, happiness, and wealth.

Success in life is not all about waiting until someone reaches down and hands you your next big break. No, life is all about harnessing your energies, emitting vibrations and tuning your frequencies to form and ride your own tsunami of a wave.

We live today with many expectations. You should expect nothing more from life than a journey—one which will take you high above the clouds one day and deep in the pits of hell the next. And whether each day is good or bad all depends on your vantage point. Are you trapped in a small box, a hall of deceiving mirrors, your own fantastical expectations or have you been like the eagle soaring high above the desert sands lighting atop pyramids?

—Biwa & Andestagōnwa ♥

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