Cycle

Tree of life, all you’ve done is bare. Heard some profound truths about where you’re from and how long you’ve been here. Every part of you is vital, the definition of celestial because without you we'd struggle for existence and be stuck in survival. When we were trapped inside, everyone saw your beauty come alive. Maybe those images are still in peoples minds. Your first offspring is what I do unconsciously, you’re second is what I need when my belly is rumbling. I debate the second because you have branched triplets. The last one is what inspired these words that were etched in Kemet. 

The first thing I turn to when I need to admit my wrongs. The transmutation of pain gliding across the page while I listen to my heart, thinking about the tears streaming down her angelic face. Ignoring my mind which is a feeling that’s hard to describe. This process can’t be replaced by a text message, the spelling errors show that I’m full of mistakes. Licking the envelope hoping for the best to make amends as I take a breath and scribble your address.

 Then I go to the ATM to withdraw some funds, lick my thumb, count and say thank God. They’ve put plastic in you and still we look like fools trying to chase you. It’s not the same because it feels like one big game but I work hard to maintain my ways. I exchange your child for so many things, I try to make sure my intentions are clean. It helps lighten the load when feelings are low. You are never to blame, it is my mind trying to find shame in why I can’t attain. “Currency is an energy, you must not fight”. The system cheapens your value when mistakes are made and are shocked when the nation ask for more minimum wage. 

We hang you in a frame in hopes of a little praise, for the sleepless nights from trying to get good grades. Then we finish school and meet a mate, print out lovely invitations of a wedding date, then a new born or two and once more when given the keys to our new front door with the deed of the mortgage we hope to pass on.

For when we achieve our dreams and do all the shopping sprees, you lay on your plush pillows while nurses & loved ones care to your needs. For we take our last breath that sends us into a deep sleep. Where we end up back to where we once came, a seed, that was birthed with a master plan before our first skin cell that decays. We have truly lost our way hence the state of our disarray. I don’t need to become a nomad to truly appreciate your true place in what man has turned life into a silly race. 

Yet I wrote this on a phone along with so many thoughts but the most expensive diary is one with such genius quotes. Others filled with famous exploits and romantic gestures or some with spells that may protect us. 

My admiration for you came from stories, ancient texts that is riddled with wordplay.  Fast forward to now they are written out and printed out in, Arial. As I grew up I bottled things up so I scream at the tv saying I finally see. I know one day I will write  my own, sitting around a table with everyone reading along. 

Then it’s lights, camera, action because I knew I could make this happen while I hold you in a binder as I repeatedly get excited about the ending. Watching other souls passionately repeat these words, thank you for sharing your children and keeping us connected to the universe.