Happy Birthday to my love Ayan!

abundance : life : beauty : love : sister

happy birthday

x : w

journey of light

Thank God for another year.

11 : 10 : 1975 = 36 years young.

And while I don't focus my thoughts on things that are seen, the eternal love and light of gratitude causes an abundance of love and blessings. For my birhtday, if you would like to send gifts of love and light, please send them to Maria and her family.

We are troubled and oppressed in every way :: but we are able to find a way out. Maria and her family (baby boy 6 months + 11 yr old daughter) living in a phone booth in Bastille, Paris. I gave her one of my coats, took her grocery shopping ( diapers + baby food ect.), then we went to get her prescription filled. She just had a miscarriage. Did all this for 100€ (then gave her 100€). She was so humble, she didn't even want to accept the gifts.

Next :: I want to get her an apartment and put her daughter back in school. But first, I would like to place her in a shelter during this transition. Lord bless them :: no one should be living in poverty. Selah. Thank you family. Jah Bless

Give Love Here

Fable : Money is good, and a girl might be better

a young man in the dark am i

things hid in their marrow-bones

from time long passed, their bodies lay.

daybreak and a candle-end

all men live in suffering

you make me real

i know as few can

fluid

dense

whether they take the upper road

or stay content with the low

you say everything in advance

you spoil the end

fall in love with your children

our abuse, you disclose our fall

you were wrong not to hold your tongue

betrayed

intentions

you spit your nothing into the shadows

you proclaim color,

you can not hide the strings,

the high tower of fear, climbed by noise and clamor

or whisper that man is a fool.

a man had six mortal wounds

violent and famous, walked among the dead

she looked through the tree branches,

she thread the needle and made an ancient rule.

she was driven from home, and left to die in fear

they sang, but did not have human tones

though all was done in common as before

they had changed their ancestors and had the throats of birds.

he thought ::

all i ever wanted was a touch of everything

i sought for it in vain

i sought for it for seven days and seven hours

he loved her in secret

enslaved, they layed under the color :: casual flesh

she stopped him, round, covered and fought the

wisdom of memory and found herself never looking very far.

written at home

inspired by the music of icebird (i'm green :: 2011 abandoned lullaby)

and poetry of William B. Yeats (1936-39)

1 by 1

These outcasts killing missions consequences evil forests

Freeborn caste hanged judgement rule

Sitteth on the matter between him and God

Muammar Gaddafi life June 7, 1942 death October 20, 2011

sacred companions

i stayed behind to be with you

two

are my ways unjust

Rites

she jumped and put her goatskin satchel on her shoulder. she was on her way to visit her friend sky. she exchanged glances with the moon and began her journey.

she carried the news to seven villages, with the children's psalms in her mouth.
the market was full. the rains came. and she saw sky.
they slept through the night, saw the silent sun.
her message was bound in earth, a land once called home. (words by: weléla)