braiding into your life until we are as tight as the long thick triple braids snaking down the girls of bangladesh, india, native north and south america...ancient like the eclipse last week, the one that left me in a permanent state of prostration...nothing will ever be the same again...
...the signs are clear...the eclipse was invisible to my naked eye, even when i used dark dark shades, my eyes burned, i saw smoke and yellow...
...then the woman with the stilletos and long brunette hair handed me her 3-D glasses..it's there she said, pointing past the tree in front of the gimmee coffee, into sunlight...
...what was hidden became apparent, known, a moon in front of a sun...a revelation, an ayat...ayatullah...sign of One, the One, the One-ness, the sum total of the 99 - ALLAH...
...25 to life for that statement...guantanamo for humility... bombs over rakah for community...
...the life of the humble, the indigenous, those engaged in the indigenous way from damascus to dineh-land, from northern ireland to gabon, is a threat to the ego, an interference to the flow of capital, of splintering all of us into parts and parcels...
...bow down...have been in a bow since the solar eclipse...in a state of Lover, of ponderance...
...medicine for you, for your mother and father and brother and sister an cousin and grandfolks, and aunties and uncles...tribe...standing with you...
...i'm standing with you tribe...i see You...i see You...
...all praise is due...all praise is due for the signs that make it clear, this is it, this is the end...there is always a beginning...
...bow down...let go...surrender to the Source of Peace...through work, through listening, compassion, love...love is presence, vulnerability, work, accountability, supple, free, flowing, unconditional, giving...
...the Lover gives, is generous, trusts fully in the Infinite...
...the eclipse revealed the crescent star, our sun...the symbol of the path...what is the sign?
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