A Skin in Spirit.

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Ebony lightens an eye

It glistens, foresees, prophesies

Ebony is in skin, skin in spirit

Ebony is the heart, heart of heart within.

I am me,

Him,

It,

This being.

This ancestral colour.

This voice-

-Spirit!-

LOve From SunBird.

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Nature’s Hands.

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Natures’ Hands. ‘Earth’ is her hand’s shade, ‘Deep Orange’ goodness of soil is her bounteous palm Which in provident prosperity faces up t’wards the skies. Deep hands that labour the land, Deep hands that till, that rock, That stroke and layer fine soil grains. Warm hands with life -fertile- Warm hands that close up Germinating seeds in the dark A womb- Pitch black. Hands that rattle the clouds – rain poured out. Hands that gently press the leaves- dews oozed out. Nature’s Hands, Nature’s Hands. Nature’s hands sculpted, shaped mountains, Soaring heaps of splendour larger than life. She shaped valleys, water ways, The crevasses in the earth, the creeks And beds smoothed by the flowing of the rivers. Nature’s Hands, Nature’s Hands. Wet hands with divine spit, moist virginal clay slip. She stroked the earth on her pottery wheel, swirling, Spinning and swooning in shaping me. Adorning, gifting, stroking me with her highness … A mother’s blessing. A natural touch from her hands. Yes a blessing from her…  Nature’s Hands, Nature’s Hands. “Just like the natural elements, I am her child, Divine nature shaped me.” Written as an ode to my primeval mother…mother nature. All my love and respect to this grand lady. LOve From SunBird.

What do Humans Write About?

What do humans write about?

What consumes a
human’s mind?

What fertilizes an
inner eye?

What can one sees as
they look out

With the eyes of
their inne self?

What do humans write
about?

Of course, the
feelings in their hearts,

But with an inner
sight,

They see the divinity
within all creations

 They see it rise.

A beauty which moves
us to write!

Man may be the
greatest creation of God,

But anything that has
the power the uplift man is divine

For it is that divine
beauty,

Which makes us
breathless,

A divine beauty

Which gives us
gladness

A divine beauty

Which touches the
very self.

What does this human
write about?

It is very simple,

I write about the
‘lovely touch’ of life.

For with my inner
sight,

I discover the
beauty, that moves me to write.

-The reason why I write- Honestly Yours, SunBird.

A Longing Spirit.

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“I am a longing spirit”

Longing
for more beauty

Longing
for more poesy

Longing
simply for peace

Longing
for something

Beyond
my knowing

Beyond
my living

Maybe irrational

Maybe a Nirvana

Maybe a turquoise
sky

Maybe
something out of this life

I don’t know

Maybe rational

Maybe a paradise

Maybe a reason why

I am a longing
spirit…

I don’t know

They say…
“Seek
and you’ll find”

I wrote these words when to me the concept of the world as we know it was not enough.
Yours thoughtfully.
SunBird.

‘A Wombing Mind’

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In My Wombing Mind,
The seed of a concept was planted.
Its beginning, begun existing.
In the fluid of my mind,
It was conceived.
In the stillness of my mind,
It was reared.

In the sea of my mind,
It was fed by shoals of memories,
My teachings and past wisdom lived,
My intellect giving it all its needs.

In my mind’s self,
It grew larger and larger.
Until, came the wondrous birth…

The contraction in my brain
Gently pushed, pushed, pushed
My eyes squinted, my gaze tightened,
My arm moved, picked up a pen
And with the expression of this ink
At my fingertips,
My baby, my thought, my concept
Was born. It came to be.

On this piece of paper,
I watched as the ink of its birth
Slowly dried.
Setting my thought
As a piece of knowledge
In the book of life.

Precious child of my mind,
The apple of its eye.

This is how my concept was born,
Born from my mind’s spirit.
My philosophy within.
Born of my ‘Higher Me’.

My wombing mind is a very personal piece in which I pour out my feelings about my writings, part of the process by which they come to be expressed on paper. I often refer to any piece of writing that I produce as “my baby” (believe me I have a LOT by now), the mind is an extremely fertile entity within a human, that conceives almost anything we want it to. That is the reason why I metaphorically likened creating a concept to a pregnancy and a birth. Never underestimate anything that comes from your mind! It may not always be worded in the right way at times, but the spirit of it, the conception of it, is divine. Simply because it came from you, your “Higher Me”.