frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT?

feelings... seriously just check them out. as fickle as they are fleeting... they come and go on their own volition... leaving us to figure out what to do with their footprints. how to increase... or decrease... their carbon footprint, or any other marks they leave on our BEing. as if... i have no idea where this train of thought leads, or if it has a point. i just need to write at this moment... when my mind is trying to wrap itself around painful feelings that my spirit can't help but smile at. history dictates that these emotional stumbling blocks will become spiritual stepping stones towards a greater understanding of my BEing [sometimes referred to as... olusanya] and love for the personifications of the Divine Mother, maybe even some fly-ass poetry. feelings are easy, but love... love is all-consuming, and anyone who thinks different... just aint tasted the madness yet. they haven't set foot on the sun and been consumed by it's flames... enveloped by it's fi

one day while meditating on the nature of the UnIverse it... fashioned itself into the form of a woman and i... made luv to her! i fell "out" of luv with my "ego" and "in" luv with the UnIverse and everything and everyone in it. now... i'm just a man in luv, looking for luv in ALL the right places... seeing luv on ALL of your faces! yes!!! everywhere i turn i see the face of the God'Us! thus... this forms the basis of my BEing... writing... "soul- freeing" words to chew on, mentally digest and... SPIT! frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT? by Olusanya Bey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License .

these are some random thoughts that strung themselves together, after a recent conversation on the legal, voluntary nature of the personal income tax, and... the self-destructive tendency of so-called amerikkkan citizens refusal to think 4 themselves, or question their so-called leaders. UnIversal in spirit... i still often approach these socially-accepted sicknesses from the skin i am in, meanwhile... under the surface of ALL of our skins... there remains... a world of suffering! I remain a fugitive... a fugee... a refugee... from the I.R.S... [Ignorance Related Slavery] and the taxing of our... gold minds. see... federal reserve notes... be like... washington and jefferson's I.O.U's... promises that... afRakan chattle... converted into 14th amendment citizens... [its freedumb time!] will still cover the national debt...   and the  Ancestors... blood... sweat... and tears... at this rate... will keep new orleans so wet... maafa bones that

the mere idea... of making love to her is my... deepest meditation. stellar bodies gyrate, i move in... perfect contemplation. mindful of the the divine movement... of our heavenly bodies from... station to station... navigating through celestial positions and... permutations, the sweat of our bodies becomes an ocean in... transformation. liquid becomes gas as our awareness... follow it's passage... our pass... through the atmosphere, by our freedom from form and... no fear to... transform... into the... tear... of a cloud that... reigns... from an astral throne above, then... rains... back down... showering our act of love. anointed! the king and the queen... dearly beloved we... crown... this creation! coming... full circle... full cycle... a magical... mystical... alchemy... as the... flames of love's passion... waters the seeds of... love's civilization. is there

She… is a raindrop… she is a raindrop that transformed from a tear. she is a raindrop that transformed from a tear of joy, that… fell from the right eye of the Creator, on the birthday of creation and the… beginning of time, to measure it’s love, celebrate it’s beauty and it’s… newborn ability to reflect upon its… Self, that hidden treasure that desired… to BE known. she… is a raindrop She… is a raindrop… she is a raindrop that began as a single bead of sweat. she is a raindrop that began as a single bead of sweat bourn upon the backs of two lovers… bathed in moonlight, oblivious to time as their souls are summoned to the throne of passion, to bow down to each other’s divinity , in word and… deed, eagerly greeting the morning sun with a… sacred act. she… is a raindrop. She… is a raindrop… she is a raindrop that started as a smile. she is a raindrop that started as a smile on the surface of the sun as it looked upon the earth and…

the... sun is shining... the... sun is... shining... the sun is... shining... the sun is shining it... always is... that is it's nature... although... at the time of this writing... it is through the haze of... canadian widlfires the wind... still whispers in my ear... the birds in the trees tell 'A'... story only they can tell... their... musical language in praise of the... Most High... the only... "spin"... being put on it... is the gentle revolution of her... Earth... as she revolves... around the sun... his light... fingers... softly tracing the... surface of her skin... i see an... underlying beauty... throughout this... creation... my secret... to love, peace, and... happiness... is found therein... while... man tells tall tales of his... own glory... nature speaks with... every facet of her BEing... a witness... to the beauty of the... ONE. you wonder why? i meditate on the... ocean... the sun and... moon... attracting powers