some random thoughts

 Fall in love with your day.

the universe feels more like a feeling than a thought.

without the heart you can't harvest the wheat of humanity


what i thought was real was a dream, perhaps a nightmare
and what i thought to be dreams was real...am i a freak?

History slides from skin to skin
from our parents to us
agglomerating, the fibres of our supra galactic brain.


we smell their lives

flashes and fragments of ourselves lost
in them,
recovering something, that was left undiscovered


we smell their lives

suspended
like early morning wet hay,
mushy by the countryside.

Like babies
who 'smelt' their mother
Love becoming
the binding odour of their paradise.

birthing a consciousness,
even more of  that love could become or unbecome.


Everything -- learnt and recalled
standing on this planet.
a dot-- in the universe
We-- a nano particle of its vastness.

our consciousness-- larger than its container
holds both -- the universe and us.
in a space ever expanding where measure is preposterous

We point these telescopes
of our consciousness into the amaranthine,

exploring the latent.

we delve
into mysteries
deeper than the pulls of black holes

without enough words to explain them.

Psyche fixed microscopes,
we disects furthur into the intelligence of our tissues and cells
to catch life at its inception
the chapters that are'nt in the bible

to catch-- where every holy book was written from
from its silence.

Resilient
and obedient to how it opens us

instinctly, as any bud would, configuring its own survival
conceding,with fully open petals
the fullness of
the engorging light
that feeds us.

Autumn's cold hands has a fire,

a fire
sets colours in almost everything
it touches in the forest.

Not a single leaf on the tree is the same.

Life knows
how to fit sufficiently into every molecule,
into every body.
never too large, to shed out the excess
never too small, to keep each little function breathe

Everyday, i try and escape a little
from the society, from the government's plans for my life
to keep an essential part of freedom.

just a little disobedience
to listen to other things in life
than just being useful.

We all come from somewhere, in different shades and sizes
but breathe the common air.

what we possess , we carry in our hearts and heads
till we'll empty like baggages once
our travelling done.

our faces shall be remembered
by the love we've carried in it.
Love-- the only thing
that transmutes our ugliness into beauty
imperfections into completeness

Love leaves us contingent... for ugly faces to become beautiful

When you have forgotten what kindness resembled
How can you expect the universe to be kind to you.
When you have ceased to love,
Would you recognise it  even as it passes so close to you.

My notebooks are full of sorrow.

each word i write
i write on the mist that appears

before a new sky opens.


where someone once came and sat
just like me
looking for the next word.
where someone once prayed
from his solitude
before he became a bird.

i sit
i sit with my words
my sisters of freedom.
And listen to what they tell me.

when there's no where else to go
there's still a quiet place in the arms of the night.

My words take me
to sit here
in the same place as yesterday
to displace the light in the moonlight.

a letter made from silence
is all i've got for you now

but,
if i could see clearly
through this profound silence that surrounds me
i could tell you how i spend my days.
Its been a long time since i've seen your face

Autumn is here,
and the early morning
is still on my pillow.

to a free people -- Tribes and Natives of America

What is man without the beasts? For if all the beast were gone, man would die of a great loneliness of the spirit.
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What is man without the beasts? For if all the beast were gone, man would die of a great loneliness of the spirit.
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What is man without the beasts? For if all the beast were gone, man would die of a great loneliness of the spirit.
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' while i stood there i saw more than i could tell
and i understood more than i saw....'

'...a people's dream died there,
it was a beautiful dream'....

                                        black elk



this is what we have (had)
this is what they want.

they don't want us to think
so they can keep us stunted; and stupid

They want us impoverished
by keeping us dependent , slaves
to our needs created through the wrongs beliefs
of all that they determine that as good for us.

We were gloriously self sufficient

but , making us insufficient
they've scrambled our brains.

They want us 'never good enough'
'not suitable for freedom'
thus program our systematic destruction.

They  divide us, scatter our children,
our songs, our culture
snatched our lands, demolished our environments.


They have created vocabularies; to shut us dumb to our own thought paths.

rules; to stay obedient, unopposing
-- sure, that we won't resist.

They have told us to be careful
so that the tigers and lions of our imaginations might not
devour us up.

They belittle us, in humiliation-- look disgraceful
they trample our soils with blood and screams
of our sisters , mothers , fathers , brothers,
....our children.

they blasphame our rivers
kill our buffalos
eradicate our forests to bring in 'the civilisation'

Civilisation - we learnt later was synonymous;
to scheming, treachery, breach of honour, and wars.

They took from us what was'nt given.

destroying us in every indescriptable ways.


They want us not healthy; and fearless
as once we were
fearing, our strength might push us; to revolt.

They tag us , number and secure us
to tie us to their system
through bondage; they control , they trace , they track
as we were their animals.

they control what we eat , and what we shit....


they want us crawl, and keep crawling
till we wont remember what it is to stand up.

so we could never strike upon the idea
of what we should'nt let them make of us,
of our rights.

They make us sign
they make us participate in obscure plans
in obscure ways
misleading us
to believe
that we're creating our new destiny in their versions of Democracy.

They have given us to think
that they have delivered us with privileges
Woe to us --the saddest truth
we're reduced to less ans less of what we are.

They took away everything
when they took away our land our language, our magic, our ceremonies
and offered us a new religion,
new god, new country.

They make sure in every ways we'll never escape from their hold.
But, our forefathers voices still sing loud enough
for us to dance our way to death embracing the Great spirit.

Gathering the rainbows on our feathers,

We die;
untamed, wild and free.

this joy bursts out of my chest

as if a million aches have gone.

this lightness of being freed.

i cry, i weep.

a dam has broken

i am a river again

and i shall brim the banks

and find my way to the silences of the forests.

Though you see -- is partial
the whole moon is still out there....



Our language wraps us
unwraps us, our faces and skin.

It's not about words
but about what you
open with your words
the world, its contents, and
every little  flavour of it
is held under the silence of your tongue
on the tongue of your spirit
before you release it
through a breath
giving life a song
or a sword

to sing your spirit
or to wage your wars

i pick up one from
the scent of my memories
from the breastmilk of my mother
from the safe soothing lullabies
she hummed
while i knew nothing else of this world

Language is
what i use
from what has drifted me away to come back
to you.

01/10/2016

Cautious , my friend to want so much
Your want to improvise the earth so much
should'nt end up
not having a healthy patch of grass left underneath your feet.


 Be cautious my friend,
be cautious before your ardous claims
about how you've conquered and surpassed
what the careful lights have taken lightyears to build

The universe, it does'nt need you
You need the universe.
Your environment does'nt need you
You need your environment.

Your environment has nurtured you,
conserved you,
carried you from generation to generation

till you were
where you are.

Certain things
have taken millions of years to settle down, find an autonomous way of functioning
after explosions and implosions
it has found a life of its own.

Your curiosity my friend is a good thing
but to dabble a million years of contributions and its memory
is'nt without consequences, unless you already have the know-hows of accomplishing it.

Has'nt the human being and his consciousness  sprouted from the Earth
then don't place your consciousness above that of the Earth.
look at things cautiously
without being tempted to transform it beyond the repairable.


i'm not being grim,

but Remember,
we might be able to live through the intelligence of nature

Have'nt we sought nature through our intelligence, now, look around and ask yourself how far has it taken you...
 how close you're to your own extinction.

whatever you call truth
is ultimately an idea of what you think it to be
but
what it is -- it is
whether you've an idea of it or not

So be cautious my friend when you kick at the temple of life created by the light of the sun , moon and stars
by the air, water and dust
you could be kicking at your own guts.

Be cautious my friend
protect your environment
as it has protected you.

17/9/2016

This evening
a piece of the sky fell into the ocean
in white velvet and blue silk.

it was so beautiful to see
the waters receive
every little drop of light

i say
this is what makes me live
this is where i stop
to breathe