#63. Death in Heartbreak.

Someday soon, I’ll look at life in blissful wonder anew.

Till then, I’ll look at the outside world and wonder if it knew

that my heart, in stealth was killed, – I am here but not quite here.

Stripped of love, slowly fading away, ’til finally, I fear I may disappear.

#62. And the LIGHT swallowed our colours…

Listen to the AUDIO Version of the poem below.

 

Let the light come and swallow our colours.

Let the void come and swallow our colours.

Let white and brown and red and black,

and all the unseen colours in between,

be revealed as symbolic imagery of thee.

Let the colour of light common to one and all

be bared once and for all, that we’d finally see

that our colours and tribes and tongues and faiths,

do not project our dissonance or chasm.

They simply reflect the creativity and quirks,

the cool, interwoven tapestry of your mystery,

the sheer complexity and depth of your majesty!

In the dark void, the colours fuse together

and emerge as one single LIGHT.

Our DIS-connect creates the illusion,

a fallacy; a myth of our se-pa-ra-tion.

But me be you, and you be me,

and WE be simply one and same,

of one source and of one being.

Think! How could we not BE?

If the light comes from the deep void

and swallowed the darkness of our colours,

what a drab, dark, dingy world it would be!

So, let the LIGHT come from the deep void

and reveal the brightness of our colours.

Let love unfold the beauty hidden within


for all to see that all lives matter

And the light swallowed our colours.

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‪#RedLivesMatter
#AllLivesMatter‬
#ICantBreathe
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#IStandWithAhmed

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#60. Race on! Race on!

They all wear a mean, unkind, greedy, selfish face,
but it’s a well crafted mask, hiding a secret shame.
Look keenly, deeply and you’re sure to find
behind the pain, we’re all really just the same.

#59. Let’s go to Thuso

Come, come, and let us go

through the eyes of time’s portals,

to the magical, ancient land of Thuso,

where ordinary (wo)men, mere mortals

dare to do the sacred work of angels and saints.