Share a daydream Staying at a lake house with the man of my dreams. Me…wearing a see through dress while I lay on his lap as he reads me a story about a hobbit who went there and back again….In the glass solarium where we can see the glistening emerald lake through the windows and hear the birds playing with the wind chimes….The smell of jasmine green tea fills the air.  I look in his eyes and I see that in his mind wells spring, knowledge sprouts and wisdom sings. I keep vigil over his heart and he knows that I am his peace of mind and he is mine. Meet me there :)

Raymond Carver, “Hummingbird,” from All of Us: The Collected Poems

Witchy Self Care & Mindfulness🌻🌿

Made from stardust..

What do I see in you, you asked?

Well, I can see stardust on your dark, ebony hair. I see the constellations adorning your face. I see the way you shine with a blinding light, You truly radiate warmth like the sun in the sky. Luminate like the stars at night.. And you don’t even try.

I can see the red shade across your face. And the stars begin to dance, because they see. They know how great we could be. And your eyes, those earth shade eyes.. I see all the stories they could tell, There’s something there that could stop the rain; Maybe you could light up the sky if you dared.

What do I see in you, you asked? I’ll let the night hold this secret, it will never tell. The way you look under the moonlight… Got me falling into space. Into open air

Prose, poems and thoughts; -Hanna Adams I.

I’m looking to cleanse regret. I want to give you a balm for lesions, give you evening primrose, milk thistle, turmeric, borage,

feet moving toward a language of trees, hands deciphering sediment, steady rhythm back in the pulse, the breathing you knew

before you were born. Believe me that we began together and I will mend each sheath of myelin, reverse the dark that grows behind my eyes.

Meditation TRANSCENDS boundaries and limiting beliefs

I have read every single book on the this list. I have learned so many lessons when it comes to meditation, becoming aware and transcending through knowledge and wisdom. These books can be extremely helpful quieting ones mind in these difficult and trying times. I am happy (as a woman of color) that people are waking up and reading up on black issues/history, the system of white supremacy and how it has completely taken over our societal structure. There are many great books on these issues that I have previously mentioned in other posts. I hope this movement of being an anti racist and raising awareness continues.

That being said..I’ve always had an issue with the concept of race. I often discuss this very subject with my mum, a very bright sociologist, who is very knowledgeable on this very topic.  To me.. it is a socially constructed concept created by white colonials to define and separate people for millennia.  Race is an idea, not a fact. It has no scientific grounds. It is frustrating and sad to see that racial distinctions continue to shape our politics, our neighborhoods, and our sense of self. This article from the National Geographic explains it so well   There’s No Scientific Basis for Race—It’s a Made-Up Label.  Or you can read this book recommended to me by  a friend and anthropologist: Sapiens.

When I was a child I use to tell my mum that society was wrong and that we weren’t meant to live like this. My parents would lovingly and gently validate my feelings/anxiety and try to change narrative by sharing real family stories of strength, hope and heroism. They were amazing that way.

My father African American/Moroccan) is a descendant of African slaves from his fathers side. He also has a Native American ancestor. My mother is a (Dutch/South African) descendant of people who have suffered under colonialism and apartheid in South Africa.  I have been a victim of racial abuse/ micro-aggression’s since I cant even remember. It used to make me feel incredibly sad and angry..and sad again. I can’t even even imagine what my ancestors have gone through. The pain, the anguish, the sorrow and the feeling of helplessness. I often wonder…how did they get by? Where did they get their strength to continue to live and prosper?  Was every day a living hell? Torture? Did they have moments of peace and happiness?  I wish I could talk to them. I wish I could see…their hopes and dreams for the future. If I could travel back in time… I often wonder what I would say to them when they ask me: ”Has society changed for the better?”  With a saddened heart..scattered pieces laying on the floor like broken eggshells…navigating gently so I don’t crack any..I softly say to them.. yes. Society has changed and I’m certainly living a much better life because of your perseverance, strength and the unwillingness to give up.  I can become a professor and teach others because one man and millions behind him dared to DREAM.  I can pay it forward, because of the people who have paved the way. I wish I could say that racism was dead, but is a ever changing living and breathing monster. There is no more slavery, but the broken justice system and its all seeing and biased lady justice is locking black men up at a high rate and using them as free labor. We can drink at fountains and swim in pools, but we are often denied loans for business/education/mortgages.  Jim Crow is abolished, but the police has been racially targeting and abusing black people for decades.. sometimes leading to modern day lynchings on the streets. The system of white supremacy has infiltrated every aspect of society..and sometimes even the minds of the people. There is still this notion that white people are superior and it is taught at home and schools. It is embedded in every day life and thought. You have your “straight in your face racism”. Unapologetic pure hatred of their fellow man. And you have those who are  unaware of implicit biases and harbor deep prejudices within their subconscious.

This is our reality..It is not the same as before..it is different. I wish I could say that society was transformed into something beautiful.  Where labels that differentiate us do not exist. I wish I could say that every person had the same opportunities to accomplish their goals/dreams. I wish we could have green energy, housing, free education and healthcare.  As a blossoming society we would have everything we need and finally be able to do what we were supposed to do. Grow and transform ourselves…as a collective of conscious beings..in pursuit of a higher consciousness ..through meditation, knowledge and wisdom. Giving back along the way and paying it forward.

As an adult I still believe that modern day society is wrong. That we are not supposed to live like this (months of anxiety/depression). We are capable of so much more…If only we could open our minds to the possibilities.  Meditation truly transcends BOUNDARIES AND LIMITING BELIEFS.

In the book Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, he wrote his thoughts on how he wanted to behave in every day life. I think this is key..to find some daily affirmations/visualizations that put us in contact with our highest ideals… Nietzsche calls it “the hero hidden in your soul”.  I gotta dive deep into this subject :)))

I wish everyone so much love and light.   Read and read more..Talk to your friends, therapist, dog or favorite tree :)  Hummmm and feel the vibrations. Pay it forward, always:) Expand>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Namaste

Hans x.

Hello fellow poetry birds..I am going to start reblogging poetry!  Tag your lovely work @blackbirdpoetess  or  #blackbirdpoetess and I will share it with my tumbler poetry-prose lovers.

To Love A Tornado

Her body moved towards me with grace and fury. The gusts of her legs and fingertips swirled dangerously around my hips and heart as I sat breathlessly watching her squall destroy all the walls I have built. It's a risky game to be a storm chaser, but it's a devastating liaison to love a tornado.

10 for the breathless (via imperiallefty)

You are the wind

Turned soul

Turned flesh

Turned man..

You are made of the stone that fell from mountains tops when the earth quaked

-vjb

@blackbirdpoetess

as a child my birthdays were dark curtains and men who stunk of whiskey sours while my mother laughed at the television in the next room

I grew older and each year the black rooms would find me and I grew to hate the way my body seemed to invite dirty fingers and the smudges the ashy carpet left on my pressed cheeks

At 10 years old my mother decorated a July baby’s birth with cobwebs and tombstones

Only remembering the date 3 months later

At 16 my birthday was iv fluids and broken ribs gifted from a man now in chains while a monitor mocked the silence of an empty hospital room

But a year ago I spent this day with you, giggling in a thrift store hunting for denim jackets, stealing kisses in a planetarium

stuffing ourselves with seaweed and rice, holding hands in an afternoon that smelled of salt and sunshine

And when you touched me there was no whiskey hung in the air, when you kissed me I tasted honey not blood and when your dark eyes looked up at me from beneath your gray Nike cap I understood what it meant to be home.

And at 25, you’re gone.

-I Want to go Home // a.k.g. // 7.26.18

New Year

The skies are blooming with raidant colors and the air outside is mixed with a faint scent of ash and smoke. It’s New Year’s Eve and the presence of mist outside won’t hurt to end this chaotic year. You can see those lights rapidly emerging in the dark and different colours sprouting from within, each producing a deafening sound more than a normal person can hear but the saying goes; ’The beauty that meets the eye is greater than what the ears perceive’– ahh whatever, or so do some men say. I can’t help but get this exciting and scrunching feeling in my stomach. Time goes on and yet I feel completely immobilised. Starting a new year is an event bigger than christmas eve/day and any holidays ever celebrated- heck it’s even greater than my own birthday, to me atleast. Because a new year doesn’t always mean a new me, but the fact that I was able to survive a twelve-month session of anonymity is enough to suffice my on-going-existential-crisis. It helps me contemplate on my life and life itself. Each thought leads me to a central of crossroads that extends infinitely. But before I even get to my whimsical world of paradoxal situations and some philosophical shit, the clock strikes twelve. I stand by and watch as the fireworks above increase and so does those popping sounds. I smile as I inevitably create a new set of resolutions to be broken. My thoughts were broken when a droplet of water hit my cheek and so does the rest if my body, indeed it is raining and the first page of 365 has officially begun.

I found this in my memo and remember writing it right after new year’s. We’ve come a half way already and I can’t say that I’ve dissapointed myself lol.

Serenity Of Darkness

“Close your eyes,

What do you see?”

Void descending down,

A stream of conscience,

Mudded and feculent in nature,

Ebbing down the waves of nostalgia,

Yet seated in the citadel of solitude.

Serenity found in tenebrosity,

A fading dull ache of grey,

An agonizing yawp,

From the prisoner.

Voices reminiscing of harmonized symphony of thoughts,

The formation of a mirage,

Merging and morphing into a shadow,

A melange of sentiment; Digging roots into morose,

An unsettling sensation of longing.

The birth of hiraeth,

A mellifluous orchestra of coherence,

Consolidated into,

Cacophonous medley of chaos.

A turbulent of self,

A fantasy; falling apart,

A fire burning out,

Ashed of old ambitions,

An ever ending sensation of piercing cold,

A shadow of familiarity.

We both had the same want

One dream, so similar

That it was almost made by a single soul

But one day

I realised

That there are two paths to the same goal

And although I walk on a road far from yours

I do someday hope

We’ll meet at the end