States of Being

I can’t help but feel like I’m aligned. There are several versions of me that coexist within this timeline. What was once a memory feels like it happened not too long ago. I try not to dwell on the past too much though. I know everything in my life happens for a reason even if I can’t make any sense of it at the time. I find hope in the small moments that teach me the meaning of leading with love. I’m not the same person I was half a month ago. As I continue to evolve I’m reminded of how we exist to decay. One day we will evanescence into an inexplicable void. Many of us use religion to comfort our not knowing. What comes after death? Plenty of belief systems and faiths offer ideas for what to expect after life. Do you subscribe to any?

My mama lights incense often. The aromatic scent of myrrh seemed to bring a sense of security to her. The diaspora created an 8,235 mile gap that this practice seemed to help fill. There’s nothing like home though. After some time the ritual of burning incense became an integral part of my adolescence. I’m reminded of tranquil East African skies and how you feel interconnected with everything laying beneath what feels like a million stars come night. I never felt small. In fact, I feel the closest to source embraced by the vastness of his creations. All this to say- despite every transition that has taken place in my life I remain grounded in knowing…

“ memonto mori”

Remember you must die. A little morbid no? Every day I am reminded by one thing or another of the inevitability of death. It will happen. Everyone you know will one day become particles of dust watering this cycle called life. My hope rests in my art. These words will immortalize my essence, my soul. Carefully crafted words that flow seamlessly, musings that for a moment in time serve as a reflection of my existence. I am. I was. I will be all that I set out to be. Here I am limitless.

Peace tribe,

I appreciate your continued support. Thank you for supporting my dreams