a black man walks into a stall in prison to urinate, he closes his eyes and detaches as much as he can without error and misfortune, he opens his eyes upon completion, and two white men are on either side of him doing the same thing, his reaction imperceivable, but it was a reaction nevertheless…what is the error of his consciousness?
in this moment he has lost sight of his self because he has lost sight of them, why did he see color and not God?
this story is me…for life is a constant unfolding of reclaiming one’s liberation
a lesson in all but the best lessons
are the lessons of, and seen in self
Spirit
Wary of WayOfLife Look-alikes
Frantz Fanon posed a question, am I all I say I am, am I all I ought to be
which is cycled through black conscious communities and their spiritual circles upon their path for enlightenment re-identification and liberation, as a creed of sorts that asks those two vital questions and demands indiscriminate honesty in order to locate oneself and reorient if their way has been lost or veered from
if what is believed in, is because what can’t be believed in…then it’s no real belief, and just as powerless as the potential, and latent state of believing, which is, “belief”
if what is created is because what can’t be created, it is no creation, it is just craftiness
if what is done is because what can’t be done, then it is not transcendence, no matter how it appears and what is said
the reason and the energy are not separate and therefore if they differ or split, then the initial cause is disrupted and only filled in with the illusion of that which was sought
the mind will make room for and allow this perpetual deceit with its house full of rationalizations
transcendence is not just a function which goes beyond, it is an essence, a constant unfolding…
as well as an energy, knowing, and belief which propels the transcendence
otherwise transcendence is just a title, to which titles and labels I have no interest for nor in…
I do not desire the names of things more than the experience of them, the experience will reveal their names
as WayOfLife, I am my own and need not capitulate to that of other’s need for a converted means of identification and understanding that only dilutes what was once potent and pure yet still has the appearing luster of grand titles
WayOfLife is transcendence, it doesn’t need the appearance nor affirming title/label of which, it is the title and label
it embodies the name and answers the calling unflinchingly
I am what I do
but I am more than yet I have done
so I do not allow the moments that they define
to be the moments I define
in my transcendence, I redefine
because transcendence is as deep as roots
and what surfaces therein lies the proof
so I stay wary of wayoflife-look-alikes
perception is illusive
and truth, allusive
WAYOFLIFE
IS ONE WORD,
IT IS IMPROPER ENGLISH AND GRAMMAR
CULTURALLY AND LINGUISTICALLY SUBVERSIVE
IT IS ALL CAPS AND RADICAL
IT IS AN ESSENCE-
AN ENTANGLEMENT OF DUALITIES:
SACRED AND SECULAR
REVELATION AND EXPRESSION
PROPHESY AND PROCLAMATION
NATURAL AND IMPROVISATIONAL
NURTURING AND AGGRESSIVE
INSTINCTUAL AND INSIGHTFUL
IMPULSIVE AND INTUITIVE
HIGH AND LOW
FAILURE AND SUCCESS
PROCESS AND PROGRESS
IT IS THE PENDULUM OF LIVED LIFE
THE BALANCE, MAAT
THE KARMA-RECIPROCITY
TENSION-RELEASE
CONTRACTION-DILATION
INPUT-OUTPUT!
IT IS NOT,
NOR CAN EVER BE DIVIDED AND DISTINGUISHED SEPARATELY
IT IS BOTH COMPLEMENTARY AND OPPOSING PARTS
IT IS WHOLENESS,
ONENESS,
IT IS.
I AM.
Always in You
anything that inspires us
is already 3 levels deep inside of us
incited, and now invited
to revive, ignite and thrive thrice in us
Tricks Don’t Treat
simply knowing truth, isn’t enough…
what you gunna do wit it, when it comes time to live it?
doubt is clever
the senses
will make you believe that everything is all good
as long as,
this and that,
until, this and that
but this, is that
yet to doubt, I say
This, ain’t That!
Sojourners Way
survived the savagery and salvaged my sanity
by satiating my spirit in the silence
fore there is no serenity secured in solids
only solemnity
yet solace survives in the most subtle
and the subtlest of subtleties settle me
where the solar soul shines and sojourns
surmounting all surroundings, sounds, and sights
shhh, silent night, shhhh