What if there were no belief systems at all;
if the very things that sustain us, maintain us, and allow us to wonder
were void from our lives?
What if the absence of faith
causing us to dwell in the darkest corridors of our soul?
What if the Taj Mahal was just a simple monument
and absent from wonder would be the many questions on its existence
Absent from the heart would be its love story
A beautiful love story
of how the seeds of love were planted in its foundation,
How rays of love illuminated from the heart of Shah Jahan,
and his interminable love for his beloved wife
What if this wonder did not exist?
But it does…
and there exists in its tale, an aura of magnificence,
its presence lends an inspiring awe to the human eye
and for the person who reads without words
who listens first from the heart
and who bathes in amorous waters,
when they see this structure
they hear the whispers of an eternity of love
and so this speaks to me, and reminds me of why we love.
What if the Great Pyramids of Giza were mere sand castles,
blown away with time;
their presence being remembered simply
for the material gold and treasure that they contain
Instead, I see how they stand erect
guardians and keepers of the ancient mysteries
of the Kemetic way
nestled in the cradle of civilization
And in that cradle lies a portal for our minds
and to the universal law and order.
"Sirius-ly," - a constant reminder of
what a little more than 5% can do.
…and from this, I see the power of mind over matter.
And what if the moon and sun
fell into discourse with one another,
each one vying for more time than the other
instead of working in balance?
Would our bodies feel the ramifications
between the contention of night and day?
Would our eyes wake to darkness,
from the sun feeling incensed
to the point of no return?
Cold, our hearts would be,
because we would be companions solely to the night.
But, the moon and sun
they are comrades in time;
an accord built on unconditional love, respect,
and honor for the planet,
and for us,
and how they love us so.
On the most downcast of days
If you peer through the clouds,
nature still lives its eternal life.
The moon sings in various intonations to the water
and the water responds, dancing to its melody;
a dance between opposite elements,
that do attract.
And this speaks to me, of balance.
And so this makes me wonder about the nature of belief.
I think of the myth of the Phoenix
Imagine how it rises from its ashes,
epitomizing it’s power, thus teaching us
that we too can resurrect ourselves
from the most arduous times.
Evoking the power within us
to ascend at even greater elevations
far above our fears,
because the fuel that makes you soar
is the strength called experience.
Without the presence of that force that moves us, inspires us, and reminds us of the spirit that moves through us, empowers us, and guides us…
what would we see,
and what would we speak of?
As the artist struggles to create
She seeks solace in spaces to free what needs to be released
Ideas flutter on the wings of butterflies
Catch them if you can
They are moving way too fast
Spring forward, then fade away
The only comrade on her journey is her ally, the pen
The pen that waits patiently, then retreats and hides
To capture the mind’s eye.
She tries to pull the nonsensical into being
to make matter,
to make the words matter…
Simplicity is letting go of excess.
Oshun photo created by Thalia Took at www.thaliatook.com
I have a special affinity for the goddess energies of Oshun, Hathor, Kuan Yin, and Kali.
Various aspects of their energy exist within me. Oshun and Hathor equally represent the powers of the divine feminine spirit; all that is creative, all that is love, the sacred waters, fertility, prosperity, and beauty. Digging deep within my inner soul, I reserve a sacred space for their blessings. The nexus of my self is a wellspring for creativity, as well as life, and the song inscribed in my spirit is born from an impassioned heart, balanced by a spiritual mind. When I give, my prosperity grows in a non-material form.