Memoirs of Iyjana: Spring

Mon: 03202023

“On this beautiful, sunny, Monday AM, it is the ‘1st’ day of Spring.

SPRING: Old English; springan (to burst or flow forth, to sprout, to emerge, to become known)

VERB: move or jump suddenly or rapidly upward or forward; originate or arise from.

…this I feel, in every fiber of my Essence & Being; for my Self personally, has been in the season of Winter for nearly 2 years—concealed in my own Darkness, Becoming re(acquainted) w/ my Primordiality, & ever so Sacred Infancy.

The embodiment of Seed & Soil, have proven to Be sundial & compass, of the endless journey that is the study, navigation & re(vision) of Self. I Am very much ‘alive’…however my ventures through the Shadow of Death’s valley, have in a sense, re(calibrated) me entirely.

I Am living Death & dying Life…

The Space in between inhale & exhale…

The Unseen Movement between the Alchemy of Fire, Air, Water &

Earth.

In surrendering to Life’s curriculum & Spirit of Change, I Am integrating the Truth of ‘A Place for Everything & Everything in it’s Place.’

The multiplicity that is Being a Force of Existence, enwrapped in the procession of Becoming Aware of It’s Self,

Is a Momentum sustainable by & Only by, the ’connective tissue’, that is the Grace & Force of Love; unconditional, All-embracing, & Ever-Truthful: the qualities, re(quirements) & ingredients, for Mind to flourish & Imagination to frolic.

Love’s Wonder, &, the Wonder of Love are Sum to its Own Summoning.

Love is the Primordial Call, likened to our own sensibilities of ‘who, what, & how Am I?’

‘God’, can be likened to the Answerer of The Call.

& Nature, the ‘phone-lines’ maintaining the Connection.

Love is the fluidity of planetary orbit…

Bending, switching & turning….in embrace to that which

was what It was,

Is what It Is,

& Will Be whatever It wills Itself to Be.

This ex(Change)…or, Cosmic conversation,

is composed of endless tones, textures, & ’topics’…

a fusion of curiosity & discovery,

subject & object,

equation & solvent,

letters & spelling…

numbers & measure.

The extent of a species’ curiosity, is the threshold of the species’ Intelligence. For,

the elasticity of Imagination (curiosity’s consort)

Mirrors & is sired from, Love’s capacity

….which is Infinite.

Love, is the Primal Intelligence expressed through Nature’s Motion,

the hearts of children,

the womb of women,

& the minds of men…

All spaces obscure, concealed, & unseen.

All placed in the Dark.

Which reveals the fact of every matter: the root of every root, was a Seed.

Masters of the Dark. Ultimate Alchemists of Change.

Ever in teaching, that Being buried in Darkness,

forms Sight undevelop-able, by Light...for True Light, is forged by, through, & from,

Darkness.

& so, like the Seed after Winter’s course,

Blossom,

& remember, not to forget your Shadow.”

Tues: 03212020

"Meaning & purpose isn’t something to find but to feel…

which is why our connections with kindred spirits have the power to make & break us via being understood & being misunderstood.

The feeling of being understood reserves the safe space that society holds ransom; being able to drop the armor that is “overprotecting” who/what we are, is a vulnerability beckoned & supported by the force of evolutionary Love.

Love is connective, intimate, understanding & liberating.

Loving ppl without understanding them is distant—cold; that shit holds the energy of a step-second cousin removed…

& that Love, like any Love, is acceptable, but I do not desire, nor welcome it.

It is flimsy, barely foundational with no true roots…for lack of better words, a sterile connection inhabitable of growth.

Let the dead decompose & serve as the soil for the seed you are.

Let go.

Let go.

Let go.”