I have seen and felt what only “flesh” has created in a world of “cookie cutters”. Materialistic social class hungry status driven demons try to enter the souls of the believers. In the night I toss and turn while the ancestors whisper ancient lullabies in my ear. How to build chocolate foundations. A tradition forgotten by the walking dead. I dance a new dance on the horizon with a seed waiting to be planted in my garden of love. I sing a new song on the branch of life waiting for an angel dressed in truth.
I decided to leave the city for a bit and spend time with my father. As soon as I saw him ….I also saw an old family friend. They both gave me the biggest warm hugs. My father and I headed to the house and talked and laughed as I munched on corn nuts and trail mix. We then headed to the supermarket and I threw in a CD of African music. We did our little dance in the car as we drove down the country road listening to the “All Star refugees” from Sierra Leone. When we arrived to the Supermarket my father got out of the car and was still doing his little dance on his way into the supermarket. I was laughing.
That night I cooked and we talked some more and I just crashed. I did something I have not done in some time…. I slept late.
