When she calls, you must decide whether or not you will answer. She resides in all of us, calling us all back to the depths from which we came. She is inside the soul, and she is calling us home. So if you are looking for me, you’ll find me in the mountains or by the sea, maybe with my head in books or surrounded by trees. Either way you’ll now know where to look. I am home. A chapter in Mother Nature’s book.
The walls of all the ancient kingdoms have now fallen from grace. Our ancestors thought themselves as God and built structures and carved stone, painted sensations and wrote history in the most poetic form.
How do you follow greatness?
How do you overcome the fear of your own failure?
Do we resist it, do we remain stagnant, so that we may never fail?
Do we push through?
Persist even if the end isn’t ideal? Try, even when our outcome is defeat?
I will not attempt to be great like my ancestors, imitate any one form of art. Instead I aim to capture my rawness in its entirety and take that fire, that electricity and hone it. Then when the time is right, (if there ever was such a thing) I will spew fire with every breath I take. My fire will find its way on to paper, and that is where my legacy lies.
All that is left when I am reduced to blood and bone. The sweet soil of the earth.
All that will be left is dragon’s breath.
Mocha complexioned girl, with intuition beyond her years.
Struggles rooted in the ancestry of her blood.
The rhythm of song and dance living in the marrow of her bones.
Far before she knew how to walk.
Words formed in her mind, before she could talk.
She was alive in more ways than one.
Chakra, the earth’s spirit flowing like water lilies down the curve of her sultry body, line.
Intertwined like vines on aged structures. Demolished. Broken. Bind.
The fight that Mother Nature won.
Recreated and reborn every morning slightly after dawn. A miracle and a blessing it is.
That she dwells in her and her light is now mine and we are one, one divine human being.