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Sudden toil the rhythms of the routine,
The locked up stillness of not having something to plan to look forward to
A plan, a dream that always is dismantled to bring new lesson
Nothing is ever as we visualise, I laugh at the Law of Attraction
I snort at manifestation
Each seed brings forth an apple tree when I dreamt of strawberry bush
This is the real teachings not a shiny photo shopped image
As I am confined to office block and housing block and square box selling to me
I choke like invisible chain is surrounding my being
I tear inside at generational trauma of 400 years
Then I press stop. I walk amongst trees, sassy and living, feel the energy gloominess of night, reflection of sun, lunar year beginnng in March
I attend to my gut
Ancestors cover hands of blended skin over my womb area
And I sing
I sing I smile at discerning frowns of wage, tax, function, function, punch in
I was being throttled punched requested to crawl
Whilst Masai warrior neck reaches so tall?
I see universal love, I heal and heal more heal others so their insides stand tall
I no longer cooperate for the corporate
And I see slender foot nailed to cross blood drips in dreams
This final visual of being crucified by a society whatever it's culture
And he was in sweetest of spirits
Without reproach belonging to that which is not
And through him
So I am
