Tidings

If ever the Universe changed its flow
I would change along with it.
If ever the poppies changed colour
row on row
I would change along with them.
Like the power in the rapids
what seems a fight
is only a cycle,
a cycle that sings of many becomings.
Some say you have to guage
the water just right;
through measurement, timing and reaction.
I say listen with the spirit of life
and gain the sweet knowledge
the sweet satisfaction.
The kind that brings two souls together
that listens to their fateful call.
The kind that holds on to the lessons
that change the Universe, that change All
That Is.
That is what it's like to watch the struggle
that seems to be one among the waves.
And yet, if you look a little closer,
if you take away the crashing sound
you hear what is beneath the roar.
You will see this beautiful dance
as it works together
in a paradoxical harmony
One that re-defines again and again
the flow of your fateful Universe.

Fixed Fires

What more can be said
of the ways of the world
that hasn't been said or felt before?
The opening of hearts
the freeing of souls
the corners of those wicked doors.
A test of time; or so they say
A test that lasts within your day.
Those pesky moments
the ones we forget
the ones we've covered
with a cloud of cigarette.
And all the while
they stay enclosed
through the sacred spots
inside your soul.
The gems of life
that which we call love
the ones we've labeled
heaven from "above"
And down "below"
is just the same
the playing fields
of this polar game.
But ah, alas, the time is nigh
the time when all the earthlings sigh.
This funny time of shifts and turns
when all the books in the fire burn.
And some will look upon and yell
"the antichrist is here in hell!"
And some will panic and disengage
and watch their systems fall as they rage,
where do we go from here?
And some will look upon the lot
and see those coals within the fire
the one that burned the many books
and Know of the gems glowing gently.
Why do you smile?
Why do you wear that wicked look?
That sparkle in your eye?
They'll question and question and wonder how,
How could she be so cunningly sly!
I know she's up to something.
And as the one who smiles reflects back
the tidings of love she has for thee,
She opens her heart to the joy of the moment
the one that marks her purpose in history.
The one that rises above the ashes,
who knows no glory without the phoenix
Who is the Keeper of Triality
beyond the angels and the 666.
Who sees the gems within the fire,
the one that burns those beautiful tales
of human life and all its desires
The dramas, the passion and all it entails.
And as the crowd disperses away,
scratching their heads wondering of the day
The day the world will cease to exist...
The one who smiles has warmth in her heart
As she knows the rage of the fire
is as beautiful as the coals that burn beneath it.
For the only way the tales can be set free
is if they burn with vibrancy
leaving a mark of glowing gems
that the one who smiles
can see.

Erykah Badu Cover - Call Tyrone

A cover that I sang a couple years back. I wanted to post this as an ode to getting in touch with my self again. It's been a rocky road the past few years of my life, and I honour what I've been through. I want to take the "good" and the "bad" with only one thing: beautiful oppurtunity. I know now, that if I can do one thing for myself, and therefore for the world, it would be to spread the love and the healing power. So if I can channel love energy through writing, dancing or singing, I can be a part of this beautiful thing we call life on time and on purpose. I know the only way I can do that is if I live in passion, and the things that have always made my heart beat with joy are writing and music. Here is the first of many others I plan to post.

One Love Y'all.

Soul Fibers

A tapestry of time
too young to be refined,
In all it's many glories
the way of the big wide world.
The longing in our minds,
the rhythm in our hearts
the mending in our souls,
These are the details in the fabric.
Somewhere, somewhere,
we know for certain,
we know, we know, we Know.
If at any time,
you wonder what the answer,
let up the freedom of "yes"
let up the freedom of "no"
let up the freedom
of all that is gray.
Let Up the Freedom
of All that Is.
This is the thread that weaves your magic.



In Joy,

Stephanie

An Ode to You, In regards to "They"

And so it is...just like you said it would be. My life, in the space time continuum...in the level called the linear...is now at a kind of a crossroads. Something out of a Sweet Valley High novel, or one of those chick flicks you get to follow the heroine in who Lindsay Lohan happens to play. Would I call this feeling close to being that cheesy? In respects to my highest self, I would have to say so. But I do have my low days...and the drama and emotional antics of my 21 year old self tend to get the better of me. Those that I love take the brunt of it, but hey, that's why "they" say you love them in the first place right? Because love wouldn't be love without frustrating the hell out of the loved one.
What about what "they" say anyway? And who and in what town did it get any success story to become successful, in regards to following what "they" say all of the time? "They" say that education is number one, that without it, you CAN'T achieve success. "They" say that when you do earn a degree, and you get a well paying job doing it, it doesn't matter how you FEEL about being in that job, as long as you have health benefits and dental. "They" say that without dieting pills, you must be on some kind of pill, or you're doomed. "They" say that without the right lipstick shade, you'll never find the right man. "They" said that women were not allowed rights, and neither were black people. "They" said that a black president was unheard of.
Well look at where "they" ended up.
And I am going to continue to challenge "them" and "they" and all of those champions who think that just because they can write something in a textbook, it makes it legit throughout the ages.
I won't even get into the last time that happened; with the Bible.

That is my rant blog today :)

Hurray for "they"! And all of the wonderful oppurtunities to make history.

Loving You World

~Me.

Mama Said, Mama Said

My mother...what can I say about that woman? Well, I would start off by saying that I am grateful she is playing in the role she is. She is a beautiful light and a beautiful dark for me. When i see her listening to music, dancing to music, singing to the music, laughing out loud...I see the glow that my father fell in love with. The glow that ultimately, made me :). She is the wondrous mind chatter that I all too often fall into throughout the delusional parts of the day. The reflection on my soul when she tells me she's worried, she's tired, or she just needs a good warm hug. My truth is my mother. And I love her dearly.
And as much as I love her, she will continuously be asking me the "motherly" questions that all mothers ask as they play the role of their time.
Today she asked me, in less words: "Do you know what you want to be yet when you grow up? Will you ever go back to school? Please go back to school..."
She didn't say it that literally, but I'm her daughter, I pick up on these things.
Well, I told her...I'm building my character right now. I thought that was pretty clever. And rightfully so! I do feel like I am learning a ton about who I am, thanks to my awkward, wondrously chaotic and exhausting relationship with my boyfriend. I feel the need to travel and explore. I am in the midst of this changing "New Earth" that is forever changing and becoming new again. And i want to celebrate! I have a strong cosmic desire to travel abroad and to see new faces, new scenery, new culture....and as new as they all may seem, they will all be angel friends that I will remember all over again.
I did go to university straight outta h-school. (I just felt like being "G" just now...using "straight outta" does that to you) Anyway, I went for 2 and a half years in aspirations of becoming a teacher. And while doing so I began to remember who I am....I began to recognize my essence, become aware of what it means to be conscious....and I realized that I already was a teacher. That I have been this whole time! That i'm a student as well in this thing we call Life, and that there are so many other teachers and students that I've been blessed and continue to meet.
And so...i'm writing papers...i hear professors telling me "the deadline for this is in three weeks. You'd better get started now"...i experience the clouded mornings of my late night paper rendezvous' and the heavy sighs as another professor tells me, "you need to be more CLEAR in your paper, what are you trying to say EXACTLY? Use the format correctly. Are you using the format correctly? You need to follow the standards. You need to be more CLEAR."
So wait a tick....you want me to "flourish in the creativity that is university English writing" ...yet you want me to follow a strict format, a strict guideline and play within these little boxes. Oh yeah, and make sure you are "clear." Clear according to whom exactly? According to "university standards?" According to your one minded perspective? According to all of the Gods that decided this is what a university English paper should look like. And it should always stay that way. No matter what.
Well, reality check: We are the Gods.
We have created this whole game of "university" everything's ...this whole game of Life. And we have the power to change it. Since, ultimately, it's created by humans (who are spirits really) and since it has been created by Us, it can be changed by Us as well. We all just have to agree upon the change. And that's where the blessing/challenge comes in.
And so, after some humble frustration, I decided that the university game was one I was not about to endeavor just yet. I feel the need to create and flourish in other things. Such as remembering to breathe throughout the day. Smiling genuinely at the cashier who tells me "have a nice day"...to thoroughly enjoy the Plucot's that I just purchased today. (When a plum and an apricot make love).
I feel the need to explore the world at new levels of myself and of everyone else. And I feel the need to express that in any beautiful way I can. Will that become a career? A full paying "job?" I can guarantee it.
Let us embrace this game of Love. Let us play joyfully with one another and respect the Gods that we are. Let us give a thorough high five to our moms. And thank them for their continuous motherly questions. She gives me the blessing already as she asks/bombards me with the question, as within the question, lies the answer already. And this is it.
Love to you all <3