It's like this This life's a raging river Can you look into it without getting swept away?
It's like a three dimensional hologram A puzzle you can feel Can you look at the props without identifying? Can you be here and not be here Simultaneously? It takes a mad dakini's rage To see it, to fight it, to conquer and subdue it A lioness's persistence A dove's grace
Can Ifa produce a Buddha? Can Islam yield a Christ? Did Confucius see Sat Nam? For us all, may truth suffice.
God is in the trees The air, the sea-- So full of meaning Whispers on the breeze My lotus flower-- rising His presence-- teeming
Twenty Two
I Am the throne on which He sits Spirit over matter-- arousal thick No lust for this world No man's…. d--sist I Am the throne Revelation… This
Have you ever had a thought that wasn't your own? It's like that Have you ever heard a sound without your ears? It's like that Have you ever seen light without your eyes? It's like that Have you ever held nothing in your hands and laughed ecstatically? It's like that
A Secret Rape in Whydah
I must get back to Dahomey to Ezili's open arms away from the indignity of these cotton fields and the brutality of men I must get back to Dahomey To see my sister's midnight skin To forget the sting of whips and take-- at last my throne again
my body is here but I am not I float above beyond these constraints calling this body, this self, to join me to dance to sing to listen ...from a higher place
I asked my spirit why it came here wet with tears and body aching reeling from wanting and fear --but chanting still