...in the name of ALLAH...
...heard the screech of her voice in the middle of a night, like nails clawing a chalkboard... ...felt her words like teeth pulling at the skin on the nape of my neck.. ...watched her glitter, even through overalls and dark boots that came up to her knees ...i knew it was her on the dance floor from the lavender oil that melded with the scent of hay in rain on her hair......i chewed her letter, that tasted like the memory of cafeteria food...
...wrote my way through the orphans lament donating all my money for a school of ancient Ways to stay Connected with Source even though this is already the case for so many ancient Ways peoples and traditions throughout the middle east, north and west and east africa... throughout the -stan's and parts of the indian subcontinent and the pacific islands... but the new age abhors religion and loves to extract what they deem is love when it is merely curcumin they are getting and not the whole ecosystem of turmeric...
...i have desire to be a founder or ceo or director or any of these things that they call boss... i accept prophets and prophecy and understand there are things beyond my scope of knowledge that can only be understood through those who Know who have Known...
...this sun cycle... i grow deeper with fulfilling obligations through showing up for them with right intention - the audience of You... but no longer steering clear of being in the public eye... but very much in it... not for me... not for name... not for applause or hate... there are haters... they even pray 5 times a day... not for them... and for them... but all for You...
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