I am a powerful spirit that has taken on the physical body called Mahari to learn what my soul needs to be healed.
My intentions serve the energy of my soul.
My thoughts serve the energy of my soul.
My words serve the energy of my soul.
My actions serve the energy of my soul.
My practice serves the energy of my soul.
My sin serves the energy of my soul.
I sin only in the service of waking up
My body is the material expression of my soul.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
I know there is a place of no boundaries.
I am more soul than body.
Shapeshifter : bold, brave, fearless beings able to change their physical form at will. Nonfictional and mythical figures who assume different forms, often, but not always, as acts of survival. Synonyms : love, black folk, blackness, womaness - particularly black womaness.
(Lose a body that never needed to be found. Lose a body that never needed to be found. Lose a body that never needed to be found. Lose a body that never needed to be found. Lose a body, gain a soul.)
Things I know :
Blackness is blueness and redness just as much (and as little) as it is blackness.
The wound : where the light enters (what hurts most is where my healing is)
Everything is shown up by being exposed to the light.
Everything that is exposed to the light becomes light
The moon doesn’t produce its own light.
The moon is the reflection of the sun’s light.
The quality of light by which we scrutinize our lives has direct bearing upon the products which we live, and the changes which we hope to bring about through those lives. (1)
My vulva is a primordial gate. She’s the mysterious divide between non-being and being.
Gender is not a problem.
Race is not a problem.
Sexuality is not a problem.
Class is not a problem.
Fear is not a problem.
They are catastrophes.
What do I think I’m doing?
I’m proving cosmic divinity to myself.
I’m proving myself to god, and proving god to myself.
I’m decolonizing my mind, ridding my psyche of notions of separatism through revivification, remembering, and revisualizations of the worlds unification myths.
Woman without myth stands famished among all her paths and must dig frantically for her roots. (2) For, where there is woman, there is magic; we are the consorts of the spirit. (3)
What am I after? Transvaluation = The revaluation of all value.
I am a powerful spirit that has taken on the physical body called Mahari to learn what the soul needs to heal.
What do I know again? And what do I want?
The leaves are the same thing as my body.
When I paint them, I’m making self portraits.
I want infinitude.
I want mastery.
I want dominion over my body.
I wanna shed all my fear shit.
1. Audre Lorde, Poetry Is Not A Luxury
2. Friedrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy
3. Ntozake Shange, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/ When The Rainbow Is Enuf