When I look into the heart of Ghana, I see Joy. I see fierce leaders, Humble beginnings, And a magnificent now. Where we lift the world from the ashes, Breath, life into the masses. Who will be brave enough To give their hands? Lead us to the promised land? A place inside your Self. Where God replaces doubt, Breaks you from your shell, And now your voice can shout. Hold your head up high, There is no room for guilt…
I am sitting by a sunny window in California, reflecting on my life. Who am I? My ego will tell you, I am a 25 year old female. I have a Bachelor’s degree in Constitutional Theory & Philosophy. I excelled in college at an unprecedented pace. I learned everything there was to know about political regimes, constitutional paradigms and tyrannical power. I opened a dance studio and became a semi-successful businesswoman my sophomore year. I worked 60 hour weeks and still…
Ghana is a thriving and connected community of warriors. They have struggles like every nation, but they are born leaders and I am confident that space has been created for them to step into their greatness. I feel so humbled by their hearts. So overwhelmed by their love. Thank you to everyone who helped make a lasting difference in these peoples lives. As they say in Africa, “the angels will be with you.”
Today I am attempting to stare Into my soul. The authentic me. The daughter of God. Who knew? Yet, every once in a while, I feel a sudden and angry kick from my ego. Lashing out in a defiant stand for misery. My stupid fucking ego. How the hell did I ever trade my throne for scraps Of useless junk? It’s almost humorous. But then again…. There is nothing really funny about Starving children sleeping in dumpsters And crying…
The entire world shifted, So that you could be here: Slicing. Dicing. Waxing you like a koi fish. A blink. An eye-ball opening and closing, one time, Only to recede into dust. Fairies dancing like trail mix caught on fire. Touchstones of foroget-me-nots and ho-hos. Life. Passing you by? Open up to the reality of yourself. Bliss on shoe strings laced together like a wedding dress. Kiss it all goodbye. You care for none of it. Your sold on tomorrows–…
You got soul, baby. Fire in the kitchen. Melodies and harmonies skipping across my tongue Like Socrates with a loaded gun. Boom, Boom, baby, And then you shot me down. Burned constellations across my universe Mapped my body like the sea Called out my name And brought me to my knees. So shake it baby, And out we’ll drift towards the great unknown, Hand in hand like a poet’s prose singing lullabies to a moonlit road. Passing time with dragonflies…
