They would ridicule, they would laugh.
They would stand in her way with envy and wrath.
but she builds pyamids with the blocks they place in her path.
she knows the shadow of the great sphinx could be cast by a scare crow,
and so, her fears would rule her if she didn’t learn to let go…
when she did, miss kemet had become Pharoah.
“I am not a perfect soul, i am a soul perfecting… i am not a human being, i am a human becoming” -egyptian book of the dead
In this capitalist climate, where you’re only as good as the goods and services you provide, the way you’re taught to market yourself is often mistaken for a personality… When really, we’re all just products of the massive factory our environment has become…put some pretty packaging on, and hope you fit in with the rest of the breathing statistics.
It is, however, what it is… Get lost, or get with it… At least that what they tell us.
When they can’t see what propells us. They’ll say we’re headstrong and overzealous…but the sad fact is that, living or loving freely in this mad factory, will leave you labelled as rebellious…
“the finest emotion of which we are capable is the mystic emotion. Herein lies the germ of all art and all true science. Anyone to whom this feeling is alien, who is no longer capable of wonderment, and lives in a state of fear, is a dead man. To know that what is impenetrable for us really exists, and manifests itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, whose gross forms alone are intelligible to our poor faculties – this knowledge, this feeling … that is the core of the true religious sentiment. In this sense, and in this sense alone, I rank myself among profoundly religious men.”-Albert Einstein
” yeah me too fam”- Joel chidi Sydenham
As I shift my focus towards what the lotus shows us,
I start to notice so much more,
its like hocus pocus and I’m free from the locust swarm of the norm,
returning to the form In which was born.
A new seed planted in my mind.
I Fertilised my perspective, to be less selective.
I now adore what I once abhorred.
I looked past the lies, and found I could photosynthesise… because that light inside us all…seems to be the only thing that feeds my eyes at all.
Alone in this struggle, alone with this pain, alone in my bubble, alone in my brain.
Isolated from things I thought hated, yet my heart still beats heavy, and my moods all feel weighted.
Sourrounded by all I once saw as pure, but still feeling dirty inside…
separation is no cure…
De-rooted, so all my effort became fruitless…only under these barren branches do I realise what the truth is…
Every problem I have perceived in another, is also my own. Every struggle I have faced is somewhere I’ve grown… And I never have, or ever will, do anything alone.
Individual battles that rattle our collective mind, painfully breathtaking, left us shaking, soaked in emotion, barely coping, hoping, floating, in an ocean of negativity. We dread…
Inactivity, from A will once strong, that now seems so tender. We grow colder as sin sits on our shoulders and urges us to surrender…
We do our best to hide fears, we dry tears, with lies…we flee from the now, and run rings round our own eyes… Somewhere in the miserable circles we see, we’ve forgotten how, to just be…
With our feelings, and thoughts. so anxious, to spend all the time we bought, we waste what little we have left. A twisted self-theft that leaves our true selfs on the bottom shelf. And our broke hearts in dept. we seek…
To regrow the nerve, to learn how, to just do, without knowing exactly how… to just be, and appreciate the unrivaled excellence, of now.
Sango and his wife Obba (the original zues and Metis) Two of the yoruba Orishas. I wanted to depict them not as gods, but as a yoruba man and woman that had awoken the God inside them.
Obatala is the mother/father of all Orishas and of human beings. She/He is also the owner of all heads and minds. Through Olorun, who created the universe.
Sango (shango) may be the most well known of the Orishas. He governs lightning, thunder, fire, drums and dance. Shango, a warrior Orisha of intelligence and wit, has irascible temperament and is the embodiment of manhood.
(you can find out more on http://www.africanmagick.com/orisha-info.html)
They met in a dream, so real to him, she had made a lasting impression, but never hung around to be recalled at his discretion…
One half of his heart she would fill with love, the other with tension. He knew she would either be a life partner or another life lesson
Despite his many insecurities, he would strive towards making her a priority…He searched;
endlessly, to find the time,
relentlessly, for new ways to prove he loved her.
His charm, his smile, they did their bit to help, they pleaded a case to her, but they never proved what he needed to, to himself.
He begged her to stay, as he pushed her away. She was a beautiful mistake , one he was dying to make… The girl from his dream, that had him sat up all night, awake…
The story of the birth of Christ is said to be a result of the spring equinox entering into the Pisces, as the “Savior of the World” appeared as the Fisher of Men. This parallels the entering into the Age of Pisces. In other words Pisces symbolizes the selfless aspect of human nature in which we are compelled to see the environment and mindset of others grow as ours does.
I’m not a pisces by the way, just saying