My view and Hue entice a question, study, and suggestion.
Through Resurrection, I see the spectrum that is
me.
Blinded by sophistries I honor my soul's plea.
Bewildered by the vibrancy of the green green pumping machine,
I open its engine to fix its parts
but what I found was my heart.
I denied the gold only to meet my soul,
wandering under the scorching sun with feet on red clay.
Their wisdom survived another day.
I am truly whole.
Thirsty I am for the knowledge of frequency
They said the colors are inside of me.
The gates are seven and twelve is a key.
Know thyself and be free.
To escape fear, “being” is the spear.
Piercing through the veil
My vision appears in high definition.
I found truth in superstition.
To paint with colors of the wind
I had to realize there is no end
A constant same free from blame.
Lower the thirst for fame
There is no game.
I am a form of art - as fluid as the sea.
They dissect me because their minds are too restless to
be.
Deprived of authenticity, upholding colorless fallacy,
Never being able to experience the fullness of me.
Once a slave to pastoral and societal consistency
coupled with self-rigidity fearing my life duplicity.
I returned to the night from which comes my subconscious might
And let my heart take flight.
What a transformational sight.
I wash my feet in the basin of clarity
Realizing I have always been free to be.
It is through projections I detest my complexity
For it is simple really:
I AM You,
You are Me,
And “I” is We.
About the Creator
SolSong
I honor my ancestors of blood and spiritual lineage.
They/Them.
Afro/indigenous Spirituality
Self Inquiry
Aspiring seer
Singer-SongWriter
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