forest for the trees like the sea before the ocean

I could not see the forest for the trees like the sea before the ocean
The wind lapping across the waves as the sounds of the chimes reached my ears.
We are all connected in one waveform or another.
We say this ‘Speaks to me” “I am touched by this”
Harmony seems to disarm some like a cacophony of relics leaving their cloistered existence.

conscience decision that was conjured up

I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous — a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.”

― Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo

conscience, a decision that was conjured up against

conscience, a decision that was conjured up against

overwhelmed and humbled

First and foremost I am overwhelmed and humbled by the birthday wishes.
I could never repay the outpouring of wishes/Love.
I needed/wanted to feel ‘connected’ and even if virtual it touched my heart more than any one person (never share all with one ) will ever know.
In our impermanence, we can be on time for another.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

overwhelmed and humbled by the birthday wishes

overwhelmed and humbled by the birthday wishes

Light comes late and leaves early like borrowed Lovers

My mind moves faster than my mouth can articulate
My fingers like white caps crashing against keyboard rocks
Tears whisking moisture from synovial joints
I disambiguate into a box filled with stillborn time laden dreams
Dreams neatly tucked within the seams of my face as I turn away from the light like hollows between mountain peaks
Light comes late and leaves early like borrowed Lovers

Napanoch Fog

Fog hiding the Gunx in Napanoch

textbooks were the vext books because I saw through them but I never saw myself in them

I am in my late 50’s I grew the eating the food and practising some of Spirituality of my African Ancestors.
That was since being born.
Once I went to school on the mainland and saw African Americans…I was told I was ‘marginal’
Since about 1973 I started learning as part of the school curriculum and on my one.
The worst thing they could have done was to teach me the language and how to read.
The textbooks were the vext books because I saw through them but I never saw myself in them.
Maybe this new generation is ignorant but I knew and my children along with my preteen grandchild are aware of our blood.
When an African American comes at me with ‘you are Black’
I say I see you are not blind but I also see you have not finished your fight on the mainland and want to tell me about my island’s colonial ills?
Clean up starts with seeing the need to physically do some work but insight is heavier work for some.
The heavy lifting and getting one’s hand dirty physically was transferred through the Foramen Magnum but within the brain is the storm that clouds the thoughts as they trip over the detritus that wasn’t swept in the subconscious.

Afro-Latinx

Afro-Latinx