The Sound of Water

Inside the nature of you and me
Is the flood that irrigates
The inner aquifers that speak
Aptly with the language of life being

Mother Nature has figured it out
With her divine wisdom
He created everything with a seed
That has its own river food

Young leaves unfurl with power
In every vein to make its sap business
Green with life like light in the dark
Embedded is magic to be possible

We are the stuff of creative genius
Within us are rivers, oceans and seas
Teeming with majestic living wonder
We came already filled with the sound of Water

©zari  2018
#blackpoetboy

Love Acts

Words are electrifyingly powerful
They spin, dance and hold the attention
From despots to the persons of truth
But they can also be the harbinger of detention

What we think is not enough
To hold the dam of imagination
For the inner living of the soul isn't touched
By placating what usurps  explanation

The greatest principle is to live it
This Love of Everything exudes billions of facts
It's by living what we know in the soul
That irrigates the dryness of life because love acts

The action of love moves all of us to be more

©zari 2018
#blackpoetboy

BURNING SAND

We play games with ourselves
the kind that even children do not play
We say we are mature and yet
we keep creating statues of clay

The beliefs we contrive
usually break the skin and bleed
We serve the gods of ill-repute
just like the centuries that we continually feed

The Universe is a woman who wonders
whether the men of her making can love
But she is angry at the prospect
that her creation will give her the shove

Such are the games we play
Fingering each others minds with hate
We jump and skip here and there on burning sand
only to fall into the holes we dug of late

zari alexxanderr-caine 2018

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THE DEEPER CRY

What is it that stings so
and makes the perception cringe?
Where in life is there a pit stop
in the caricature race?

So many souls walk about
craving the inquiries that have no answer
They believe that a utopia exists
to break the monotony they fashioned

Endless complexities are invited
by the senses that try to offer claims
that will not assuage the deepest cry
These sobs are not the whimpering of a face

Facing oneself can be a struggle
A necessary desire to listen to spirit
Below the surface of the gig
lies the basic solution of truth

zari alexxxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

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OUR HANDS

We use them each moment of our lives to accomplish, direct, lead, guide, comfort, hold, create and assist ourselves and others.

Our hands

The people we touch in ways that express how we feel is done by the tactile fashion of our hands. There's even a saying that alludes to the idea of being able to count how many people we are connected to by the fingers on one hand.

Our hands

Instruments of whatever we choose whether it serves us or not. When we reach out it's with our hands on a physical plane. The sensation of touch is crucial to our growth on many levels.

Our hands

Take a look at your hands and ponder on the magic they can be or the weapons they can be also. It's with hands that we bring comfort and affirmation and with the same hands that we clench them into fists.

Our hands

We give and take with them. We point and create with them. We hold and let go with them. We direct and lead with them. But most of all we serve ourselves and others with them.

Bless your hands for the building and the loving and sometimes for the giving of correction. Honour your hands for the power that they have to change the world. The Universe has hands. Yours and mine.

Our hands

© zari alexxanderr-caine 2018

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We Owe Nothing Part 4

Presently on earth, there is a deep culture of debt and the crux of this matter is crippling everyone of us. The idea of owing is a broken link set on the premise of greed and abuse of the power of others by those of us who believe that earning is king. How is it serving us this far? Poverty is an engineered ideology sold to the masses by virtue of the insidious device of religion which politics uses to create elitism via egotism and then economics tops this poisoned layer cake with the power to segregate in favour of the scrambling and partitioning of continents, cultures, creeds, language, kingdoms, realms, and ideologies etc.

To this day, debt is used to subjugate large swathes of the world and the gap is growing according to who rules the ideas of owing and repayment. The most hardest working people are the most poverty stricken on earth.

The questions are what is owed? Who is owed? Why is it owed? When was it owed? How was it owed? On this earth, we are swimming in plenty and yet we all think there's less. How come to be rich is easy for some and for others it's near impossible? What does the God we created think on the matter? How is it working for us this far?

I suspect that we can answer this question in many ways and indeed, we have, however, a few won't give way to balance. Does this mean that we give up and let the agendas of the few annihilate the many? I don't think so.

The idea that we owe something to a deity and a system is anathema. We know this deep inside us and yet we allow baseless ideas to pulverise our resolve. This story has and will not end until we all agree that the answer is a universal one steeped in the spiritual reality that we are powerful beyond measure.

I don't process to know everything, however, I am aware that what I am seeing on earth is not healthy. I strongly agree that we have the power to change whatever it is that does not serve us anymore. Growing up means opening to new ways that foster the growth of our species. We are custodians.

I don't know where we got the idea that we are owners. This actually is the crux of the matter.

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018

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We Owe Nothing Part 3

When all this is stripped back, I am convinced that we will discover the fault lines that our chosen self-oppression was built upon. We will realise that all the pain of the eons that we crafted has not benefited us much. Our evolution has been truncated in ways that we have chosen so as to control others.

When we talk of love, what exactly do we mean? In many of our holy literatures, a sliver of inspiration shines through about what love is and then we ignore it in favour of fear, which is debilitatingly destructive and yet we act from this thought above love.

We are such a bunch of sorry people who meander on earth causing all the mayhem with exacting revenge, requirements, retribution without a get out clause. Most of us are hurt, badly damaged, maligned, rejected, dejected and damned by the ever stringent, inflexible and unethical behaviours of those who think they are better.

And we are all under the same sun!

History has shown us that repetition is the mother of skill. However, this skill is being misused because we all do not agree about what history is consistently opening to us. We are proving ourselves to be the antithesis of what we have crafted.

©zari

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