For The Artist
Upon the fifth drink she was seized and
Caressed by Tantric spirits
They came to perform A Trance
A Sign For Oshun’s children
Her Body rifted with the energy of creation
The spirits engulfed rhythm and
Re-experienced this illusion of time
Re-experienced God A-L-L-A-H
It was Public Rites
And as sacred as it ought to be
Her Hips moved
And were trailed by color patterns named
Aura
There she was a Lotus
Splendid in Full bloom
There She was a Consort
How Blessed
She was
An Eternal Moment
In it she manifested as the energy of creation
It was polyrhythmic and orange
Guest Post: Fruition
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By Jamila Angela Nefer Ra, this article is also featured on her great raw
food/slow food oriented blog. After listening to a two hour lecture on Raw
Foods ...
2 years ago
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