Month: January 2018

Black Panther Nation

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From the lands across the sea,

To the bottom of the ocean floor.

Dwells the spirit of an African nation.

Held down,

By forces of Empire-building.

Living on the earth has made her strong.

Her inner light shines in the morning sun,

Like gold mined from the cavern of the Soul.

A presence resonates in her heart.

On her tongues, spewing from her pores.

She has reclaimed the lost spirit of an African nation

Blood mixed with all manner of people,

Bubbles to the surface,

Sizzles on an open flame

                      Burning for over two thousand years

Spent poison has been released

Like a covering over the earth

Shields life from the cold harsh climate of winter

Black Panther Nation is on the prowl

Coming out from the mountains and low lands

Finds a piece of earth

Settles in for the night

Awaits the morning

For its earthly forage.

Mindfulness Journal: Tuesday, January 23, 2018

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Each day the sun rises and greet the new day,

Yesterday but a memory.

I lay awake for a moment,

Before opening my eyes.

A mood settles in me,

Like the dew on the grass.

Lifting as I become more conscious,

To reveal the cool morning crispness.

How shall I spend the day?

Empty, it is.

Except for the sensations that creep

Into my mind awakening the spirit within.

A morning spent in prayer and appreciation,

For a new day of life.

Lately, it has become difficult to face the frigid air,

My first winter in ten years.

I miss the sunshine of Florida,

The blue skies and waves washing over the beach.

I finish my prayer of appreciation,

And gratitude, vision, and peace.

I venture out into the gray morning,

My senses awash with the crisp morning air.

The wind washes over me,

Like a sheet billowing in the wind flapping between the fibers of my being.

The fresh air,

A sort of newness.

I look to the sky,

Clouds fill my vision.

Like a floating wrapping across the sky,

Keeping everything safely in place.

The winter days have left the trees bare and standing still,

In a state of calm,

I take heed and enjoy the winter of my being,

A-tuned to the nature of the day.

Allowing the cold to settle in my bones,

Strengthening my resolve amidst the cold and barren day.

Afterwards, I retreat into the warmth,

A heart filled with peace and contentment.

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Tucked safely away behind the walls that shield my body from the cold,
Cuddled up in my favorite chair.
I gaze outside my window.
To see a player on the stage.
Playing a role.
Lost in the script.
Like a bad actor who has forgotten his lines.
So he improvises.
Pulling from the forgotten past.
That he can’t seem to remedy himself from.
A glorious past he remembers.
Not too glamorous for some.
The days of old sting like a whip.
Leaving red lashes across my back.
Arms aching from being stretched beyond capacity.
A glorious reign of power he dreams.
Of might and violence.
Far removed from reality.
This white horse gallops across the stage
Trampling its hooves onto the backs of men and women,
Children alike who have forgotten how to stand erect.
Too long heads bowed,
Shoulders bent from carrying the weight of this white horse.
I beckon you to retreat.
Into the safety of a world.
That which I have written into existence.
That looms over the frigid air of the day.

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World View

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New earth

a new understanding of what is good

a new understanding of knowledge

living well

happiness

wisdom

courage

self-discipline

justice

Feminine Power

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Feminine Power

Motherhood:
We give birth.

Around nine months life comes through us as we willingly become a surrogate mother,
We mothers nourish our child with our breast milk and attend to her every waking need.

Educators
Shape the hearts and minds of children.
It was in my first two years of schooling that I acquired the decoding skills that became the building block to a life-time of learning.

Educators shape the future through educing the very essence of children,
providing the environment for the unfolding of a child’s heart in the safe confines of the classroom.
Soon seeds planted mature into mighty oak trees.

Where else does the feminine spirit exude itself?
In the family
as the moral structure
Providing glimpses of fairness and love,
setting the gauge for compassionate interactions in the family.

The Feminine Spirit is a power
Yet, untapped onto itself

It is like the Sun
Illuminating the darkness,

Giving life-giving
Nourishment to the
Inner Life of the child,

Guiding The Future

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A New Year of Joy and Happiness

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Joy and Happiness for the New Year1 (8)

2017 passed away as time and so the ways of old…
Of suffering; of worry and doubt.

Cast onto the vast ocean of life.
Drifting into the horizon.

There,
If one would need more of the same.

Thus a new beginning.
A time to reflect,

As a way of passing and moving into a New Year of promise and happiness.
Where each and every one has their dreams fulfilled.

A state of mind that acknowledges the 3,000 realms of existence.
Filled with the knowledge I have amassed in a lifetime.

That unravel into a narrative that explains how we are like a tiny universe onto ourself filled with the substance of our dreams.

Like living in a bubble which makes more tiny bubbles that follow our wake, that suddenly burst right in front of our eyes.

Sprinkling tiny soap suds on our faces, across our lips,
We giggle like a child with the sheer joy and happiness of the moment:

We are in the vortex of happiness, wanting to stretch it to eternity.
Because in that moment, it contains all of eternity.

All you have known and experienced, what you are experiencing and the cause you are making for your future.

Be it of absolute Joy & Happiness
Happy New Year

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Feminine Essence

Laying dormant
Below the surface of the earth and the heels of man
Lays an underdeveloped seed.

The pressure of holding the weight
Of the earth has crystallized its’ nectar
And hardened its’ outer shell.

Each century a circular pattern emerge and
With a tremendous surge of power
Breaks through into the bright sunshine.

Life on the surface of the earth
Brings strange but familiar feelings
So she lives in quiet contemplation.

Among…
The trees, the wind, the rain, the snow
She is a part of nature.

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Writing as a Practice of Mindfulness

A sort of remembering of a past experience.
This time with detached emotions,
Through the lens of an adult who stepped back into the past to recover a memory that had shaped her life.

It was-like browsing through a picture album of the mind seeing a distorted image of a life lived; from on top of the mountain; into the deepest valley, only to return to the same spot from which I had begun.

Holding onto that image of a little girl sitting all alone, with the innocence of a new born.
Caused undue stress and strain on the body. Now fifty years later has taken hold.

Fifty years ago Pamala sat and tried to make sense of what she was experiencing.
Words eluded her.

She only had a feeing that she could accurately describes,
Which etched itself onto the soft confines of her mind;
It was a seed planted in fertile ground.

As the seed took hold and began to grow;
Unaware Pamala feed it fear, loneliness and unworthiness,

Experience proved her right.
As she continued to hold onto this image like a covering for her loneliness.

She tried to comfort herself.
Only her tiny arms could not fully embrace her whole self.

She was left feeling empty.
Never would her belly be full.
She never knew that she was always whole and complete.

Feeling empty was a falsehood that she told herself and was determined to make real.

So began the process of creating a life
Experience shaped her mind; fear filled her heart.
Her soul continued to search for a resting place.
A quiet spot to call her own.

Glimpses of a life would appear
Only to be covered over with the Karma she created each time she told herself thelie.

The lie shrouded her truth.
The ache in her heart grew stronger pounding her head until the mind shut down and went into hibernation.

Down a deep dark cavern she sunk.
With no light Pamala wandered for many years trying to find a way out.

Shrouded in darkness forced me to look within for a source of light.

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Winter of Discontentment

This cold, freezing temperature has me frozen solid unable to move, to distinguish what is solid and what is flowing water.

This ache in my belly; this unfamiliarity has me stuck as waves of biting cold lull me into a deep sleep, sort of like a coma that I seem unable to wake from.

The the claws of fatigue drag me into an unproductive stupor; a kind of holding place before I am swept out into the open sea.

Out into the middle of the sea, the frigid water take my strength away as wave upon wave crash onto me. I hold tight to as the hammering continue.

In a bewildered state I see familiar faces and words that I reach and try to grab a hold of which has held me to the bottom of the sea and given me a sense of inner security.

My arms start to flail as find a rhythm that will keep me afloat.

One long deep breath and I am swimming across the surface of the sea.

Days I drift until shore seems approachable.

Nearing the shoreline I see people wave; two males swim out and greet me.

I lay limp as they drape a life vest around me and pull me to shore.

On solid ground I open my eyes to the bright sunshine; to the winds brushing across my cheeks; to the smiles and laughter that greet me; to the arms that embrace me; to the love surrounding me; to the open waters that have cleansed me.

I turn and take one last look at the vast waters that I have just emerged from.

A smile crosses my  lips; a copper glow emits from my skin…

My insides have been emptied into the depths of the vast sea.