Material

(Had this on my chest for sometime)

I feel this material life slipping away .

It really is no importance to me what things can do and how they can make other people respect you.  What does it matter?

Does it matter?

Does my matter matter?

Or will I find my peaceful end in the ground…where my clan awaits at the cave of  the beginning and end.

It is here that the smell of rain was imagined.

Rain was thought to be the sky dancing on your skin.

It is here that thoughts like touch manifested.

Here that we run to for prayer.

Ke lona legaga la popo.

I love breathing in African sunsets that burst with compassionate beauty.  Slithers of light rays that calm the spirit if prayed for. It is this mantra that is created its heart in my home.