I accept. Then I let go.Shedding.
Modern-day thoughts and proverbs by Shila Iris ♥
Thank you for visiting.
Shila Iris
Coming here was part of the cure
walking into this place of silence
into the aloneness of the unknown
into the darkness of creation
I unfold
Unravel, unwind
I search the valleys of my mind,
of myself
wandering, I wonder
Where am I?
Somewhere behind the mask
I could feel
I had eyes beneath the surface
eyes planted so deep inside of me
unlike belief, intuitively bequeathed
The memories teased my release
until the streams of me became oceans
The heat of my questions melted glaciers
until the landmass of walking matter which was once me,
the iciness
became something different
something shifted
something changed
something closed
something opened
Asking, I asked, I’m asking
I passed, I drifted into suspension
until the material world became the bottom
the abysmal abyss of dismemberment
Looking up
I could see
Complex equations made simple
Turning as if on a wheel
dying as if it were living
The utterance of oneness
Let these numbers lead the way
Let these choices extend the day
Let this pressure be calming…
as I maintain peace
Flashy car, fancy house and clothes… a pocket full of cash… a crowd around you to validate your worth… but what really is your worth when you know nothing of the history of your people and you don’t recognize the voices of your ancestors? You only know the voices of the ones paying you and training you to stay subservient and numb.
Who are you?
6000 years Before Christ (B.C.), where were your people and what were they doing? It’s been written. It’s been told by Us Afrikans in many wonderful texts. Your ancestors loved you so much, they wrote the history on the pyramid walls and tablets so that you wouldn’t forget. Kmt. Kemet. Nubia. Ta Seti. Sudan, then Ethiopia. You’d better read. 2020 Vision. Go back and fetch your history because the past is the future is the now. Everything is everything.
Peace and love,
Shila Iris
Reflecting on the days of Kwanzaa…
Kwanzaa After Dark is about reflection. After you’ve spent the day doing the Afrikan rituals within your community, go home and think about how you, as an individual can change.
We all come from the cradle of civilization. We all can support Kwanzaa. Why don’t we? Think about that.
Thank you for visiting.
Habari gani? This is the question you ask your family, friends, and community at the beginning of each day of Kwanzaa. In the language kiswahili, it translates to “What’s the news?”
Your response is simply whatever day of Kwanzaa it is. So this morning, you responded: “Ujima!” Tomorrow you respond “Ujamaa!”
DAY 3 – UJIMA: COLLECTIVE WORK AND RESPONSIBILITY
*Note: If the images above appear blurry, please visit my previous post for a clearer view.Peace and blessings manifest with every lesson learned,
Shila Iris ♥
P.S. Divide and conquer has been a very useful tactic in taking from people of Afrikan descent. We can fight this! Let the circle be unbroken. Fix yourself, so that we can all be together. I’m in my healing flow, you know?
This is a depressingly masculine world. Yet, I love men.
Enter me. Only when you’re ready.
Peace and love,
Shila Iris ♥
P.S. The name of the song is Weary … and maybe you’ll have to get high to comprehend it. Why? Because anyone can “under” stand it. Yet, can you feel it? Can you let go of trying to correct her, and just accept her? Can you walk in her shoes? Can you NOT talk, and just hear her? Can you stop trying to save her, and just hold her hand and let her divine nature find the way? Do you recognize that you developed in a system that taught you to look down on her? And, even when you can’t see it, sometimes you put yourself above her? This hierarchy has been detrimental to the synthesis of the divine female and masculine flow of life. You are not her savior. You are her creation.
Behold. I give birth.
I’m up late but yawning. Goodnight.
AL Green – Simply Beautiful

I remember my mother’s love for the music of AL Green. In fact, she had so much love for this man, she kept a crumbled rose that he had given to her at the Ohio State Fair during the 70s. I was born in 1984. She still had that rose wrapped in a plastic bag until the mid-90s! She had shown up alone, hours early for his concert so that she could get a seat in the front row. Sitting there, waiting, she didn’t realize that during his soundcheck, he had seen her from behind the curtain. During the show, he came down off the stage and announced to the crowd that he wanted my mother to have that rose, his leather jacket and scarf for showing such commitment. I’m sure her ♥ heart ♥ fluttered big time! What an exciting moment. I always loved hearing this story. I too, enjoy AL Green. I am pleased to share him.
P.S. A rose for Rosemary! That’s her name. And as you can imagine, he surely did say, “here’s a rose for Rosemary.”
I’m up late, listening to these soft words.
Thank you for coming here,
Shila Iris ♥
Sucking the seed of a mango I learned to kiss
Tasting the sweet water in melons I learned to tap into the flavor of life,
succulent nectar dripping from each experience
I taste…
not caught up in his superficial
not caught up in his sex
not caught up in domination
or imposing
we are inside of each other
he is,
allowing the energy of me to permeate
as he penetrates me with words and truth
I concentrate on his vernacular and
the way he moves,
his harmonious high steps
Heaven
He balances me with oneness
telling stories of how he became
He is as grateful as I
He says,
“Be with me. Come close, stay close.”
There is nothing between us
that we cannot speak
He,
I breathe
“You have given me something
that I have wanted forever,” he says,
“even before I reincarnated”
We are attracting the things we need to ascend
I have felt peace,
and now I know of it
going, moving forward, and backwards,
and sideways
I will find a way to see you…
always.
In each life.
goddess cyphering
I climb the hills in his shoulder blades
swim across the tide in his neckline…
chasing God, remembering… remembering…remembering…
When I touch his skin
it feels like I’m journeying back a thousand years
Like I’m traveling through time
discovering ancient identities
and exploring tantric wisdom
When my lips touch his portal of life
it feels like I’m giving birth
Like I’m giving in to his highs and lows
taking the pain with the pleasure,
embracing his duality
When I’m in his aura field
it feels like I’m breathing in pure air,
unconditioned,
I give I give I give, I receive everything,
unlimited
He is my reflection,
yes, I stand in protection of a bond between two souls, untethered
fear shattered,
We jump brooms and dance in a trance,
this is a high-end romance, a spirit-filled experience
I tap into his mood
His eye contact is demanding
of me to grant him the position,
caretaker of my heart
He’s reading my energy
I nurture him and feed him life
We move towards the sky
on a never-ending high
I’m looking into his eyes,
Grateful for clairvoyance
Grateful for balance
Grateful for peace
we co-mingle, co-create, co-operate
Nature blesses us with fruit
reci-proci-ty
What’s in his skin is what’s in his spirit
who are you?
I am Shila Iris ♥
We don’t talk cause kissing is our language, with eye contact, we ease into conversation
tongues glide, I flip
exchanging melodies with our lips
He breathes into me, my engines boil
he plants seeds,
in my soil
his drip is so loyal, only rising to my occasion
his hands divine,
massaging the sides of my face, and
he provides, a certain kind…
of freedom, a certain kind of love 
I am amazed at how with him I can speak
I can speak strong and passionately
I can be expressive and loud,
and still and quiet
anyway, I want to be,
he embraces my All
Why?
He’s so secure within himself,
he encourages it
Yes.
He encourages my existence as a woman,
but moreso my existence as a
divine presence ascending
Up, up, up and away.
He doesn’t see me as being against him
He knows that I am for him
He knows that I adore him
He knows from where I come
He says, “lift your voice and sing.”
He and I take pleasure
in healthy and peaceful conversation
He and I take pleasure
in knowing and growing
We get even better, even hotter,
even toned, we,
are two sides of the same coin, we
toss and turn, and take risks
And at night, we return, we
convene, we
demonstrate, we
heal and find flow
so that in the morning we can co-create
He wants me to have a choice.
He isn’t interested in a woman who lies down
An actress,
doing things that turn her into a machine
He isn’t interested in a woman
“who knows how to treat a man”
Because he knows that the things men have
been taught to do are far from godly
are far from creating balance,
are far from harmonious living,
these oppressive trifles,
a performance full of comfortable distractions on the road to demise
I treat him like the god that he is
and so he goes deep within,
looking behind my eyes
He knows why the caged bird sings.
He wants me,
not for how willingly I can submit,
he wants me to be free, and
he knows that when I am uplifted,
my magic comes alive
He is, the B side to my A
Our records spinning
There’s no pretending
No disappearing, no MIA
His security is full of love
I feel safe even in his absence
He’s in my mind,
he came on time,
he’s big, he’s small, he’s fine
Fine in a way that ever so liberates
And as much stimulates,
I’ll give him what he needs
I’ll cover him when he bleeds
I’ll nurture his seeds, indeed
He is more than a man
I choose.
———-
So glad that life is like the ocean
The tide comes in, oh the lessons we learn
The patience, the wisdom that comes when you seek it
————
He doesn’t tell me how to live my life
He listens and inquires and gives
He comes closer, so close I can feel his heartbeat
He wants to know how I became what I am
and I want to know him too
With no compromise
He is like the clouds in the sky
Shapeshifting, but consistent
He hears me.
Loud and clear.
He asks, “are you with me?”
I say, “I have always been with you.
I do.”
So the proverb is true
The man that silences a woman,
silences himself.
and so we both speak
with no measure, he
has reminded me of what love can do.
The closer we get.
Sound is a powerful healer.
Modern-day proverbs and thoughts by Shila Iris ♥
Thank you for visiting.
All these memories, too much to lose
I don’t need faith, I just want you…
Old friend, in our own sweet time
We’ll say a good, goodbye
All my life, I know by now
Everybody raise a glass, oh, here’s to a good goodbye
Everybody raise a glass, oh, here’s to a good goodbye
Everybody raise a glass, oh, here’s to a good goodbye
Oh, everybody raise a glass, oh
All these memories too much to lose
No one ever leaves you
I don’t need faith, I don’t need truth
No one ever leaves you
I don’t need faith, I just want proof
Goodnight and goodbye…
Shila Iris
P.S. Dedicated to everyone who has ever been a part of my life, and for those who have crossed my path. Thank you.
Grace-full💜🌙
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