Saturday, June 2, 2012

With Wings As Eagles


"They say the people could fly.  Say that long ago in Africa, some of the people knew magic.  And they would walk up on the air like climbin up on a gate.  And they flew like blackbirds over the fields.  Black, shiny wings flappin against the blue up there."
 ~The People Could Fly, Virginia Hamilton


I recently asked you a question.  I did not ask the question to receive an answer.  I already knew the answer.  But I only knew the answer on this plane of existence, the flesh.  Sincere action (or lack thereof) is ALWAYS the exception to the rule; claims of love… interest… care.  I had ground-level awareness.  I had not come into the fullness of such an uncomfortable truth.  So I asked the question to move upward, to gain strength in the struggle.  If I am going to get there I must lift myself.  Home is not of this world but of the Ether.  It is above this want for human validation.  There is no peace here in this base desire, allowing someone else’s lack of understanding to necessitate… me.  I must.  I must lift myself higher.  So I asked the question to finally own this stronghold, to finally own the part I willingly played in my own enslavement and in owning it unlink myself from the chain of your reach.  I invited your answer… invited its pain to grow.  You were selfish and I made myself low.  I forgive you.  I forgive me.  Thank you, I am stronger now. 

I love you but I have no intention of staying here with you.  Here is not my truth.  And dishonesty is the utmost sin… it the source from which perversion, wickedness and unrighteousness flows.  Shall I continue in iniquity?  Will Grace abound in a lie?  Home is not here but of the Amen.  I'm going home and my journey is in the sky. 

So today is the day that I make myself free from the bondage of your clasped hand around my ankle.  I will shake loose of your grip and ascend toward my mark… my prize… my calling.  Today.  Today I will indeed shake free.  Get thee behind me… loose here.  I do not belong to you… loose here.  By the Power… loose here.  By the Glory… loose here.   By God… loose here.  I do not belong to you.  I do not belong to you.  LOOSE HERE…   


A bit of magic, African mystery to lift my people to Love, to life more abundantly...
 "Kum... yali, kum buba tambe!"