To things that change:
From whence did the impetus arise?
And for what reason since?
To the small and mighty,
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Who have stamped and skipped their ways
To the peaks of mountains
Cloaked in Sovereignty.
Where does the spring of water go
How long have those cramped muscles and bones
And supple minds endured,
To walk among the stars and whisper
Between planned anomalies of space and time?
No, I don’t desire answers in speech,
So save your lips the effort,
‘Lingo’ so crude as to unknowingly lie
And trap reality in a snow globe —
ANSWER ME in your conviction and action.
Speak to me only of alignment and leave the rest
As bedtime stories.
Show me the nothingness of divinity
And leave the rest to me.
About the Creator
Sabayo Matiku
I express the realities and frequencies that words are carried on, to speak to the heart in a manner that is simple and free. I've come to ruffle feathers and to polish the sky, to laugh and wonder.
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