tempted to release this from the shadow state i'm in, the one in the shade of pine trees in mohawak country, meditating before a sweat...before releasing this body, shedding this uniform, becoming renewed...it's time...
every word i say is a potential cause for 99 to 2 life sentences...not because of the brown of my skin, nor the curls on my head, nor the shade on my face - even beards are commodity-trend in babylon - but because of the ancient mathematic equations i walk in as taught by the guru muhammad (pbuh)...
...this is the reality of those who walk in the indigenous way, who are so deeply engulfed in spirit, that the binary of black and white, the entanglements of racial, identity politics is absent...
...been thinking bout ancient egyptians, about the ways of the ancients who spent so much time preparing for death, almost their whole life time was in preparation for what was to proceed...what did they know?
...and what does it mean that the modern world does the opposite? the babylon we are engrossed in, is constantly vying for our attention to get us to buy something, to bait and switch, to follow the tunes of shopping shopping shopping, consume consume, more sneakers, more women, more information, more degrees, more bigger more better. the so-called free world tells us to be completely immersed in the material world, in the here and now and graduations, and weddings, and valentines, and christmas....???
what does it mean?
idk. i know that death is inevitable. death from this body. death from our understanding of reality, of what's real. we come to pass. your teenage years passed. twenties might have passed. 30's might be passed, have passed. 40's are passing. 50's coming to a close. 60's are an end in sight. 70's are at the cusp of 80's....90's eclipsing...
if you make it this far...if you make it to any of these stages, you are certain that it passes. there is no holding on.
so with that knowledge, know that the only fear is fear, that if you can Be who You were meant to Be...how would you be?
i return to this thought often. return because i forget. because i get caught in the glue of babylon. get caught into the shuffle.
without a thought, with complete belief in the Infinite, i am not trying to sell a product, or persuade people/anyone into purchasing anything. nor am i trying to prove a point, not trying to convince the medical establishment and those with degrees that i know more than them. no. instead i am doing the work, i am doing the work as set forth by the ancients...the work that has been done by medicine men for generations since time immemorial...
... i am in a smoky room of sage and banyan leaves. i am seeing people who come in, doing intake, and then proceeding with the work - doing bodywork, gheera bastis, vasti's, head massage, putting together herbal medicine, giving smoke therapy, doing yoga therapy, holding yoga classes...and then doing house calls, facilitating creative writing workshops for healing, for ascension, for depth...
...i do this around the world...living life like a traveler, with my grave besides me (-the prophet)...
...i do this for a few weeks at a time, setting up shop in a place where i see those in need of healing...they book ahead of time...they book with my manager...they book and schedule from the time blocked out, and i give a talk, do workshops, in that town...
...but i return to family, always....we have a village...we are in a village, we grow herbs and food, we live mostly off the land...we are amidst generations, babies and elders, teens and middle aged, ancient trees, and saplings...
...between You and me, there is only me (al-hallaj)...
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