#49. Tribute Poem: At Maya’s Feet
Maya Angelou (1928-2014), Author, Poet, Activist, Phenomenal Woman, Educationist, Wise Soul, Rest In Perfect Peace.
Of gifted, wise role models and of curious young minds uncovered
Of passions re-kindled, of paths revisited and of dreams re-discovered
Of phenomenal creatures who bless our paths and go off gently in peaceful sleep
Their purpose not that we mourn, rather that we awaken to life, celebrate and take the leap.
Someday, this empty search will end and the real sojourn will begin
A journey of discovery, of uncommon beauty and grace, and of power
I will look across the room and see her, she will recognize me from afar
The energy around her is alive, she stands tall, a smiling pillar, a soulful tower
In that magical, miraculous moment, she will wave me over and we will meet
And it will be in a sacred place, a spiral vortex fusing the here and the hereafter
In realms beyond this earthly noise, to the sounds of angelic laughter
And within seconds, you will find me comfortably kneeling, nestled at her feet.
I will stand in my power, awakened, alive, fully present in her presence
The genius teacher and the student who’s followed and looked up to her
New Orleans and Amichi, colliding, intersecting, it does make sense
With no walls separating us, no worlds in between, only truth, no lies
I drink in and bask in that ephemeral, phenomenal spirit and ageless soul
I will look up and she will see herself reflected in these seeking brown eyes
Our unspoken, broken words vibrate in the silent, sacred spaces and become whole.
This mysterious woman of timeless style, class and sass
Who’s gifted me with the freedom to go out and kick ass!
And with her strong, feeble fingers, she will firmly take and hold my right hand
In a language that only true seekers and masters of light and love understand
We’ll have a feast and feed on the words, drinking in recitals in sing-song cadence
Bare-feet, we’ll move rhythmically to the beats of our souls’ truth, in that ancient dance
They will look for me here and I will be gone, I’ll be there, away from this madness
Gone, up to the mountains, open to a life of forgiveness, acceptance, love and kindness.
Indeed, I have journeyed back to my doorsteps, back home, to find and use my voice
And I will find calm in still or stormy waters, knowing that I embrace this choice:
To live and breathe these sacred written-spoken words, and to the formless give form
With words that heal, words that create, words that re-connect and souls transform
The hopes of ancestors past, the dreams of the present and the promises of the unborn
Yes, you will find me, with my heart all lit
Joyously kneeling, nestled at Maya’s feet.
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