In the beginning, was the word
The repetitive exhibition
Of patterns and form
Was known to be found
In my deep self as a norm
The primordial source
That wee seems to separate
It’s engraved in my Melanin DNA
As it vibrates
The path is difficult
Because the calling is so high
The animated principle thru which I see the world
In my sky
A whole light of my being
The fundamental thrives to change
As I experience, me seeing
The power of the god in me
Will show the way to the good I desire
Keeping the self protected in the ground of my mother
In thousands of layers
Of fractals and shapes
I reflect on the springtime flowers
Riverscapes and grapes
Recognizing my nature
Transcendental power of realizing the thru core of being the magic creator
The divine is penetrating my being
With the light of Melanin to align my whole seeing
The heavens of the sky reflected on my inner heart
And the astral spiritual body that decodes the truth of the pattern of my art
To the deserted lands
To the deserted lands
Where the blessings take part
I will honor the sands.
I’m not infinity
But I surely placed my universal role with my divinity
