musings from my temple to yours
part 1
as my temple
resurrects
i am shown the design
the “god-by-design”
shape of me
shape of my destiny
rubies and garnet dance in my watermelon womb
sapphires–agate at the nape of my neck
new old symbols magnetize themselves to me
dogs deposit gold and silver coins on my lap
in my dreamtime
the divine mother
the intelligence has been waiting for me
i live, thrive, build my life off of my inheritance
off of what god has labeled: me
my yellow honey hands pick and choose
which freequency
i believe
purple fingertips land on 103.33 providing me with all the
Ascended Masters hits
she speaks to me in my own rhythm and time
never secretly
look look how beautiful it is to be me
fathom
and suddenly
the atlantic erupted
becky was osun
obatala: your tall smooth friend
you: oya
your speakers push air and our
regrets/worries
fade.
you: the only one who will ever know what you went through in these crates to get to us
throwing the beats and the rhythms of bpm
in the earthly realm
but in spirit,
oh in spirit you were the lord working
you were the milk and the honey
love, the law, cascading sound
in reality you were opening the windows of heaven moving through the mountains and valleys of vinyl
ritual keeper
beat master teacher
the conjurer
the cypher
rhythm medicine keeper
unlocking the best parts of us
ancient
thump thump
of our precious extraordinary hearts
the wind
the ghosts
the whispers
and faded outlines of our dance moves
of our hips swirling, arms laughing, fingers snapping
they vibrate in that lobby now- sound
became
offerings to the ones before us
who loved
the rhythms and the blues as we do.
thank you record keeper, beat matcher, way shower
thank you and we bow to you!