This poetry was inspired by an article on African Languages by Mawuna Remarque Koutonin. Please feel free to read and comment with your thoughts below. Guided meditation series coming soon!
Poems by yours truly….
Woven Dreams Astronomy Genes
Woven into the recesses of our minds
are the forgotten languages of our elders.
Let us dream to remember
and conceive the notions
of their dictions
concealed so neatly
within the fragments
of our genes.
Breath is light
Breath is fire
Breath is energy.
Light is breath of the Spirit Alive.
Let us breathe life into the embers of diction
and revive the dances of words spillage over our tongues
in delight to tell the world of their new arrival.
Let them dance the fire dance of light and life divine.
The sweet nectars floweth revive awakening our spirit kind.
Tickle our fancy, tinkle our ears, sooth our mouths and cells in gear,
let them dance and proclaim to the wind: “WE ARE ALIVE!”