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.
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. 🙂
“Your perception of pure love may change as you encounter it on a deeper level.”
In the presence of pure Love, there is an inclusion of that which is NOT love. This shadow comes to the surface so that it may be included in the whole.
“Love knows no bounds; it is without judgment.”
… and so your voice vibrates inside of me. No matter what you say I can hear your truth. I can see it. I can feel. You.
Growing out of my naivety
I began to see,
to hear the untruths before they were spoken…
I felt them from the moment I met him
from the time he opened his mouth
The things that he would say to me, he believed
on the surface, but beneath is what I can see
I knew that he’d be uncomfortable revealing his reality,
so, I’d have to rely on my sixth sense
in multiples of three, he came to me
To have a moment in my presence,
he told me what he thought I needed to hear by avoiding the light of day
So, in the dark,
intoxicated with the melancholy of having feelings for a woman who loved him,
who was the walking image of his superficialities, still
he sought a muse,
the presence of wild femininity, the unconquerable Me
But what he did not know is that he could not hide from the world by being inside of me
Yet, he could not resist my healing touch
I see him because I’ve seen myself
He is still in the stages of his youth where the black and white
side of a chessboard still exists
the thought behind his moves is to conquer
the energy is to win
but, there is no move that he can make on me
There is no Lie he can tell, I see behind those eyes
I hear the timber tone of his adolescent voice
age dissipates and one descends
when evading contact with the goddess that I am
Until he does right by me, he will not heal
until he looks at himself in my eyes
until he hears his voice in mine…
Let us shine light into and nurture the darkness in one another
because there is nothing that will come that isn’t already here
and He said Yes
… now, let’s examine why he plays tricks like he’s in a circus
marching down the road to perdition, paved with good intention…
He’s still in the stages of his youth where he thinks that accidents exist
and happenchance meetings occur,
and that intimacy is confined to marriage… and so…
“our marriage was annulled on grounds of consanguinity”
because to see me is to see himself,
is he ready?
our love is the purest. and
the purest Love evolves You.
peace and Love,
Thank you for reading.
I am Shila Iris
… he spent the night weighing his options,
trying to figure out why he chose her and not me…
I giggle just a little.
This is Life. Let it Flow.
Can you really choose when I live inside of You?
… dedicated to the spirit of el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz, he is out there, somewhere, vibrating high… and I’ve met him many times… my eyes are watching god… i goddess. i pro gress.
i cypher. i gyrate.
i open. i close. i stand still to ponder. to look closer. to develop clairvoyance through observation… 🙂