Underneath my schemes, dreams, themes and doings
all I really want is to be closer to you and myself.
I am unpacking my bags for this journey.
I am beginning a new chapter,
my penmanship more care-ful and wild,
my author-ity comes in harmony,
my song is my sword and white flag.
Mirror-cle,
use me to decide what to wear in the mornings,
I will look at myself in you until I look back.
Let us marvel at the pain we shed and the love we make, like petals bowing to fruit.
Journey me.
It's been amazing to watch people's responses to this beat, i made it pretty quickly one night, probably spent more time dancing around the room than i did making it :)
The song gets played all over the place in the bay, made national news for the Turf dancing in the video, and it's on the radio in Panama!
Los Rakas does there thing! They are hard working professional artists with big hearts, making beautiful music.
and...it's sad to watch the gunz and gold ones get all the play, how much more work we have to put in to feed the people something different, how much we gotta sneak it in...
I know we're hungry for nourishment, keep working on the recipe :)
From all the Attik house spirits, the ancestors, and the decendants... Flowers For tHE dEAD...
flowers for the dead flowers for the dead they've got time to smell 'em now and think on what they've said me i haunt myself so much i only hear my head flowers for the dead
at my wake i'll finally wake and like a snake i'll shed all the things that killed me and i'll start to live instead my skin and bones i'll give 'em to the next on down the line to resurrect a monument to this big me of mine turning in my grave the page that booked marked what i knew i'll reach up past the pain and sang a little song for you i'll give the bee's and birds desert and be there for the dew and soak up all the rain and sun so you can smell what's true
flowers for the dead x2 we've got time to smell em now and think on what we've said me i haunt myself so much just help me clear my head flowers for the dead x2
sometime i hear the spirits sometimes i fear the spirits sometimes i'm near the spirits sometimes i feel the spirit
i've been pining in my boxes no more boxes for me any dirt on me is right under your feet feeds the flowers feeds the fruits look in closely you'll see
fowers for the dead x2 we've got time to smell em now and think on what we've said me i haunt myself so much just help me clear my head flowers for the dead x2
Amidst the rushing rivers of opportunity is the constant flowing possibility of creating exactly what you want each moment and every detail of exactly what you want.
Opportunities gone unrecognized and missed are reflectedin each star with whom you have not made friends but there is no loss, because opportunity is perpetual.
You have become the person you are a flower of life; a rose forming an individual unique variety responding to and utilizing opportunity like a spider catching a fly floating on air.
You have nothing to fear; you are taken care of your god self realization is inevitable so relinquish your protection and go with the wind of god. A fine, fine wind; the wind of time blowing the total unrestrained love of isness that which is all, all of it.
And in each moment, there is opportunity to shed the husk peel away the skin down to the fruit and be wide open to all that is and live without fear on behalf of your own best interest creating fresh love in every moment and loving perpetually and perfectly each and every person, animal, blade of grass, and insect.
the opportunity to be your God Self out of the closet is yours and you know it's realization is inevitable
-Harrison Simms Happy Birthday!!!!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
sometimes the truth feels like a burning flame when the flame is licking you when you’re done calling to the rain
sang con su mi fuego take me to the sky again
sometimes the truth feels like the ocean the way it moves i can be shore but there’s only so much those shore knew con su mi mar a tear returning home again
burning through fuel energy, money my cool all i could puff was smoke and i felt like such a fool the fire forgave me to the air i needed
con su mi fuego take me to the sky again
we're so powerful we can even deceive OURSELVES into thinking we aren't...
studious teachers, contagious dancers, inter dimensional nondenominational shamans, singers & spirit raisers, mothers, my sisters, and the movement within oneself that brings about grace in the 'Grace' MusicmotionPictureShort and i tell you!!!...
after watching them dance every week,
while i was dancing with logistics, and frustration, and joy, and overwhelm, and gratitude...
playing with the lil' big homie Sean,
playing "leap frog", "give mommy presents", and "follow me around while i turn everything into a playground"...
holding newborn Khayri and matching my breath to his, my vibration to ours
and being washed with utterly unconditional love...
and after the madness of countess cancellations, logistics, reschedules, finding props for free, working with 20 people on a for the love budget etc...
i'm learning to relax into the unknown, to enjoy the dance , to dance with it all, to lead and to follow...
i'm learning i don't need a reason to smile
and i don't have to give myself a reason to frown
i'm learning what i really believe when things get hard
unearthing my buried broken hearts
and planting them again in more fertile soil i'm learning to care
and to let go
i'm learning to love for no reason
because then it would stand to reason that no reason could make me stop ;)
i'm the 1 and only, one-ly, one-derful me, and i span and span far as the eye can see...and then some so don't try top sum up me, can't compare, you live there, but here we're free!!!