Of Poets & Other Abandoned Things: Day 28

Day 28

Photographer: Rubben Mabuku

Free Write

I am amazing

 Breath taking

Flawed

 Intense 

An enigma 

An open book.

I am the embodiment of poetry, I live it, breathe it.

Would sacrifice myself for it.

I am broken while still being whole, 

simple while still being complex.

I see how the world makes us darker, more rigid

Hesitant, fills us with with regret while we try and move forward.

I see the yin in the yang, the beauty in the land

I smell freshly cut grass, lavender and the burning of sage in the middle of a field

 I hear the earth  laughing as we drown in one of her her sweetly scented perfumes

Drowning us in what I assume is love and purity.

I hear birds chirping, a brand new start

Children playing and babies crying.

No Louis Armstrong.

I hear the silence God lives in and 

Think about how humans try and defy what they are.

I think about the world and the ways I can make it better while simultaneously living in it

 Leaving my mark as an individual before I go back to Source

To the beginning, the start and the end. 

A body with a soul becoming a soul without limits

Not overlooking how good it feels to be human.

I touch my soft skin basking in it's melanated, sun kissed glory

My afro as soft & fluffy as cotton

With just a sweet touch of ylang ylang. & I desire nothing more for I have just touched God.