Let breezes run through you.
Let sunlight illuminate all that you are and everything you can be.
Move in self governing strides to entice the gaze of skies, make the clouds watch you.
Make the earth hum to the beat of your juke.
The trees sway to your tempo.
The critters in the grass hop to your tune.
In the savannas and jungles they will gallop and beat chests.
Roar with valance from mountains.
Soar so gallant above the peaks.
And bound from the embrace of currents in celebration of you.
Precious is a soul my nigga.
Let that shit glow my nigga.
Let yourself grow my nigga, unfold my nigga-
Untold truths reside in the deepest caverns of us.
Bodies of water, in these bodies of water-
Inception personified, they monetize culture, homicide a vulture.
Works of art we sculptures made flesh, god's breath is in my lungs-
Yeah they cute, but them not boxer braids- respect where I'm from
Don't think- become.
Don't age- evolve.
Pull oceans and push moons till they align with the stars and conscious turns cosmic . . . there's a fine line between universe and you . . . erase it.
About the Creator
Samuel Olukayode
"Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command." — Alan Watts
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