I have high gratitude for the almost supernatural experiences I have had on this planet, alone as an alien, or in groups.
I’ve been touched and massaged and molded and left out to dry, reconfiguring the algorithms that enable my existence. Of course, you’ll have to open your mind to comprehend what this means > It is an intercourse (ask Siri or Webster to define this word if you’re unsure of its definition).
Touch extends far beyond the fingers or a grasp. It is everything that is happening around you all summed up in a moment of recognition. Touch is full of misunderstandings and harmonious moments of triumph; touch is painful, touch allows you to take flight. Touch is that staggering moment where you go home to analyze the depth of your decisions. What is home?
Touch involves and it evolves, you descend and ascend in the act of it. It drains you and fills you up alike, for a draining is a cleansing, and filling up is becoming overwhelmed with the opportunity to know. Do you want to know?
Touch is this thing that pushes you back to the beginning to figure out why things happen the way they do. Touch is that anxious feeling that pulls you away from someone or something; it is also the feeling that holds you close.
Do you remember that time when you fell in love? Touch is the reason why. You can fly in love too. I’ve seen it. Go down, then up, back, then forth, and at some point may you find balance, if you so desire it.
I desired it.
So now, comes peace. I have no feelings that I wish to hold on to, only just knowledge of the people who orbit me, and of those I orbit.
I can say hello or I can say goodbye. It means the same to me, a coming or a going of a divine flow that will lead me to where I was always going.
Let my mis-education be your education. Let my no, be your yes. May you always find yourself under every rock, behind every corner, in the mountains, in the valleys, and in the eyes of the person you judge. It’s all you.
Don’t feel like you ever have to say anything to me because you know and I know, we talk. We both know what happened- we know of the garden… of the soil, of the seeds planted, that formed roots, that grew flowers, that bloomed, then died. We think together.
Our declines lead to our risings. Let it be beauty, let it be understanding.
All I was ever looking for was me. Through your eyes, I could see.
AQUA QUEEN
RaShimba, my darling I will follow you into the sunrise under desert sky We fly, rise together with our hearts, upon our sleeves for all to see We two will breathe, aqua queen though vast distance between us, heart sails with love for you, I, love you, I, love you, I do Love you, I, love you, I, love you, I do
RaShimba sweet red earth will hold you like the strength you bless to me true, we engage humility Watch me struggle with your words However truthful they may be We’ll see in time, opening our hearts And nurturing our minds to shine I love you, love you, I, love you, I do Love you, I, love you, I, love you, I do
Oh, it sets our hearts to fire, sweeps you and I Honey don’t you, know It sets our heart to fire, sweeps you and I Honey don’t you, know We two will pulse love in through this light Honey don’t you, know, we two will pulse I’ll always love you
*This selection of images is from a time when I could feel more than I could see.
I want to give thanks for this season of remembrance.
I acknowledge those that stay loving the flow of water that comes from some Aquarius-born souls. While I don’t render myself inert in staunch Aquarian verse, I swim in these waters, so I know the score. I explore all 360 degrees of the zodiac, shifting and changing as I arrive in each. This evolution is inevitable.
The instability of the water I was born in allows me at times, to rise and to fall. All of the zodiac encompasses this ability, under different elements. I’ve experienced a great deal of myself through others born in water. Brandon and Valentine, RaShimba, Kinayah, Jahi, Lesley, Myia, and all the others born to breathe in water, under water, and aloofly float on top of it. We struggle walking on land, but we do it because we want to meet you. We go back, then forth, remembering the times, giving birth. to fish. Unbothered, but agitated.
There are many stories to tell with lessons that become clearer and then fade to black. I am grateful for the stories pictures tell. I remember.
Don’t think I’m not there because you can’t see me.
P.S. Lick shots to @jAfterDark for knowing how to take pictures and filter them without losing the authenticity that sometimes light blinds us too. Thank you for capturing us in the Dark. 🙂
Liquid love energy flowing like a run-on sentence, an infinite sentence, words that never stop, but sound so sweet … keep going …
… the sound of you flowing through me ...
You feel like something that has been buried deep
down inside of me that I’ve been wanting to show for so long, so
when I saw you, I knew exactly who you were
I had dreamt about you many many times before, felt you in my core
When I laid across your solar plexus,
felt the pulse in your Kemetic Black skin
When I saw you up against the Sun, I remembered
I knew I would grow to be as strong as you, my light would shine as bright
I only just had to wake up and embrace the strength, the power
When I heard your voice, water ran down my legs like I was giving birth
I was born in this water
When you touched me,
I was burned with the lava of your movement, tattooed
your energy fused with mine to form the nectar of the divine,
you made my pituitary gland itch,
my seventh cervical vertebrae derailed
an osmosis of a matrix, I developed a twitch
Something started and something ended
It all happened so suddenly…
…but gradually, yet fast enough and slow enough for me to be at peace with it, to enjoy it…
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This is what it felt like when I remembered a part of myself that was lost.
I wanted to grasp it, while letting it be free,
while watching it grow, while nurturing it.
This is what friendship is,
a remembering of who I was in another life.
That’s you.
Come home.
For all the black, brown, yellow, and red people around the world.
This is where you come from. Wake up.
Walk into Oneness.
You can pretend I’m a bad girl
You can pretend I’m a good girl
But whatever I got, you know you want it
Whatever you need, you know I got you
You can pretend that I broke your heart
But you know, it was never right from the start
You know you were betraying another to have me, but
you’d betray yourself not to pursue me, so
you did
and the timing was…
and the rest is history…
Your story…
Tell it how you please
It really doesn’t bother me
Paint pictures and tell the world that Shila wasn’t everything,
it’s funny to me
you prolonged this experience until I couldn’t,
but I wasn’t?
It’s eating you up not to know why I left, so
you provide a fake truth
to cover up the way you really feel
You know I’m down for the cause
and NOT just because I’m broken-hearted,
running from the past, and lonely
I really loved you
and I’m really strong
and I really held you down when you had nothing
and you know it
But do as you please
in your dreams, you remember me…
Say my name,
or don’t
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
All these memories, too much to lose
I don’t need faith, I just want you…
Old man, let me wipe your eyes
I’ve never seen you cry
Old friend, in our own sweet time We’ll say a good, goodbye
All my life, I know by now
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
You’d say, this is all there is And every time you’d blink, you’d miss another piece of this wondrous world
All I’d ask is why you’d leave so soon
Everybody seems to
I don’t need faith, I just want you
No one ever leaves you
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.
… not the mere knowledge of worldly things, the intelligence of self.
As I move towards this rare thing called “knowledge of self” I always want to tell the truth, I abandon secrecy to reach higher heights, I have respect for all things, I can see the light in the dark, I appreciate things opposite of myself, I have more balance, I choose harmony, I preserve myself, I am filled with reverence, I receive, I attract … and the list goes on.
Modern day proverbs and thoughts by Shila Iris ♥
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