Little ducks love how it felt when the clouds cried
They called them tears of joy and they mirrored it
And my yellow man
Payed loose to the wave
And moved by grace
My ole embodiment of peace
Grip
Ritual
Submerge
To submerge yourself into solitude
Walking side by side dear reflection
I reflect and ponder every inch of my vessel
Who. Are. You.
Who is this skin, this blood, this thought.
That decision.
Light
In the distance you looked like home
In the distance I felt your warmth
The best kind
Reassuring ole faithful
Trust embedded in our waves
Breaking shores holds my hand
heal my head
I couldn’t wait for me to let go
Let God
For you to lead me
Kali Yuga
Listen to the soul
Listen closely to the soul
Who only knows the splitting ground
And seeks refuge in the thoughts of others
Wanting nothing more than milk from paradises breasts
Harvested by her own pair of hands
I stand
Baby
I am being
Tired of fleeing
Seeing the colors of the sky, but not living
And no one can give it to me
And no one would put it in my hands
Yet I stand
Warmer hearts
This holy life
The snowdrops has risen
Birth and creator
It’s aliveness in the winter
In the snowfall
Warmer hearts
Again
Born beside sacred lands
I toke a bite of eternal life
It tasted of pomegranates and honeysuckle
I paired it with light from the father sky
Dipped it in Earth’s volcanic crust
Allowed it to dry in the wind
Praying to dear Oya again and again
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