all praise is due for the unwelcoming, uninviting stares, the ones that disapproved of me coming on board, of me leaving this post, of feeling betrayed...or who knows...speculations...i speculate...
...looks may mean a lot of things, and evaluating them may mean everything you you you have come to understand of the world from your folks and those around you and their teachings and your interpretations of those teachings and the cultural norms and stories and economics and rituals of your societal inhabitation - you carry these lenses into your readings, writings, your interactions...
we are reading the same book but, yet, have such a different experience, understanding...we read the same words and it conjures different meanings...why?...
...with this context, then there is a lapse in meaning, there is no such thing as objective, there is what is happening, and your understanding of what is happening based on everything you have ever experienced...
...so a humble, quiet stare may mean a threat, nosiness, post-race, race-less, racialized, a judgement - to you - when it is just a humble quiet stare...
...we have been shaped by politricks and illusions, with maya in every part of our epigenetics...
but there is a way...
to break out - shhhhhhh -
get to that place of Quiet....shhhh....listen...watch...breathe into One - into equanimity...
...so, this is not a shout out to rejection...does not go out to all those who ever told me i would amount to nothing, nor all those who left me out of discussions on race, on human, on existence, out of parties and gatherings and meetings and jobs and homes and loans and opportunities...
...this goes out to the One, to prophets, yogis, and revolutionaries...to poets and medicine-men/women who moved in Quiet
i was at my graveyard last weekend, upstate, at the 19th century funeral grounds in the town of haverstraw, upstate... mourned my death, said goodbye...and moved on...a traveler...
move through life like a traveler with your graveyard besides you - the prophet muhammad reminds humanity...
...warren passed, polly passed, cookie fufu gone, firuz gone, eric gone, day dady gone, conrad gone...
...everyone goes...mourning happens...and humans in this realm move on...in ancient cultures we prepare for death...dying is as important, if not more so, than this manifestation of being...we are here for a reason...a purpose...avoid the noises and the shine...
...so Purpose...everything else is illusion...don't get it twisted...focus...try...fall...keep trying...with Love...unconditional...leave a mark as illuminating as the stars, as Quiet as the moon...
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