poetry

Solace

As I wander, I take in your beauty... it weathers never in the sun, rain, or by human. Much is to be learned by your presence as I stand in patience, breathing in what is yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I tear away to return to myself, wiser, bolder, free. ***

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poetry

Obatala

Sky god, quiet as a cloud, rolling across my imagination in billowy shapes of joy. He whispers telepathically that a torrential downpour of change is on the horizon. Obatala, forever my muse, encourages me to sing songs that make flowers bloom. *** Listen on Soundcloud