U Can't See Me

Written Jan. 15, 2008 ~ Dedicated to Chamara Hicks… A priceless diamond that has yet to realize her value… I love you

You can’t see me, you can’t feel me

You’re too afraid

I want to let go, don’t know how

I long for you, but I can’t tell that you want me

It seems so silly that a heart could mourn

So silly when a heart is torn

Over a fantasy that I lived alone

We say we’re together and we keep it safe

Leave the exploring to those who dare to dream

No need to know me, you are comforted here

Never really showing me who you are

It seems so silly that a heart could morn

So silly when a heart is torn

Over a fantasy… a fantasy

You build me up to avoid the care

Self sufficient, yeah you like me there

No investment, No effort required

So easy for you to walk away

For us, I dream alone…

I’ve watched you all this time

Seeing the best in you, wanting to share that too

Woke up today and looked at you

Only to find your eyes were empty

When did the light dim? When did it fade?

I must have slept through a chapter of you

Why is my heart torn when it isn’t real?

Woke up this morning

Starred in the mirror

I found myself reaching for your soul

My heart is breaking

For you wouldn’t look back

And then… my reflection stood out to me

And I realized it was my love all along

It was me who is tender and full of light

It was me who cherishes the deepest hues

It was me who created the chapter called “you”

How can a heart mourn over a fantasy that is mine to choose?

Mine to choose

No one can see me when I won’t look first

No one can see me when “I” refuse to be present

Centerpiece on the table for show

Part of the routine… daily flow

Glimpses of truth and I’m shook I’m hooked

I stay afraid so that I can blame

It hurts less if I don’t recognize that “I” don’t see me

It hurts less if I evade the truth that “I” broke my heart

It seems so silly when a heart is torn

Over pain that is caused by only one

All this time…

I didn’t know that the “you” I was looking for was…Me

How is it that “I” didn’t see me?

How is it that I did not see ME?

Prayer of the Divine Self

Father/Mother Divine, Son as one, Infinitely do I seek thee, the true essence of me. For I AM! I am the eternal continuum of life and the harmonic expression of love reverberating balance within the ethers and the Eternal Now. Infinitely I experience this, consciously realizing the blessing of opposition. The highest truth, purest love, and sacred harmony will forever be my hosts and my neighbors. Creation knocks dutifully and joyfully on the door between my brows. Openly and gratefully I receive that which I am, Creation! I am soaring the chords of the unimaginable, producing a music that would romance the most chaotic energy into sipping the wines of harmony and right order. Third eye, sacred treasure... reveal... remove the veils of truth that I may access the highest clarity and move within the bath of Eternal Light, emanating and amplifying codes within the sacred geometry of my beingness that bear fruits of the sweetest nectar. The nectar of hope, resolution, love, compassion, and progress.

In this whirl of harmonic balance, finding myself at zero ~ a formless energy, raw and unbundled, collects itself and rides the breath of a wave, quietly presenting currents of truth on the shores of raw creativity. The Sacred Feminine massages the shoulders of uncertainty and strokes the hair of a subdued truth until it becomes untangled and flowing with beauty.

Untamed, there is no beast to control, for the wild has been unjustly defined by the fear of the uneducated. Nature harmonizes with the melodies of all of life's kingdoms and needs not be domesticated by the intellect or egoic shackles that masks itself as structure and order.

I AM, savor my nature, I do not destroy with greed, but transform through the the creed of galatical purpose. I AM LOVE servicing the highest good.

The elements are my family
Air, Fire, Water, and Earth
I continually give birth to harmony
The resistance will fade
Sacred Truth is not ignored
Christhood will invade this shade
And consciousness of the the highest will soar

May It Be, May It Be, May It Be, So It Is! Amin ~

Beautful Blackwoman

This poem was written Jan. 8, 1997
And dedicated to my best friend Sonia C. Easter

Your beauty is not only defined by the deep strength exuding from your skin, the lust of black waves protecting your crown or your sleek feminine style that make other women frown
Yes, we see the soft almonds that shape your eyes and the nose that signatures your lineage of the skies
Your lips infinitely attract as they speak but true insight experiences her esoteric peaks
Radiant vibrations emanate as you share love
Reverberating harmoniously synergistic explosions within the universal glove
As trees dance with music of the wind and water laughs as the tides come in
Stars are majestic with buoyancy in the skies and flowers play under the sun's bright eyes
Your beauty saturates the world with love
Your beauty reaching deep within, beyond dimension and realms, before time began
Amoebas and protozoa are truly reflecting...

Your love.... the balance... the connection...

You Are A Beautiful Black Woman

The Wonderment of Ascension

The journey of the human spirit
is
very much like the metamorphosis of a butterfly
Living
Existing
Unsure of what will be
Challenged by a precarious destiny
Scarcely realizing that death
Is but the birth of a new
We were born like caterpillars
To learn humbleness and compassion
We live in a cocoon until to prove that we are worthy
We ascend as a beautiful new creature
As a reward of our endurance

Come Into The All

Ascending into cosmic realms, karma evolving... positively sound
Open yourself to emotion never seen
Feel everything as you and you as a dream

Emitting energies, galatical influence
Emersed...absorbed...by loves natural vent

Surrounded by purity, drowned by angelic tears
Recognition of self is "Elohim" stand without fear!

Soar the clouds as a ship, launched through a port
Your an awakening avatar, an etheric being of sort

Collective entities dance to the insights conceived
While immense vibrations claim the aura of your being

Exhilarating is your light, impenetrable
Emanating the power of violet and green...spiritual
Chosen by elders to help us guide
Eliminating race, time, and illusions of pride

Come into "The all", hear your cosmic conscious call
Expand back into the heavens that you are
The godly ones, the celestial ones, the one from the stars
"Come into the all"

Euphoria

Inhaling deeply as life is experienced at its very essence
Overwhelmed by the salty distillation that fills those almond shaped pools
Sensing the boundless sea of freedom, open to all but known by a few
Euphoria, that's what I call it
A paradise of total pleasure
A blissful hysteria
Where sweet kisses impersonate the flavors of candy
Tongues held captive with thrusts of passion manifested only by a true love
Vibrations - yes, they travel throughout the kingdom
Global warming is stimulated as the soul's desire reaches a climatic high
Thoughts of perfection is satisfaction
Music invades the body ... And for that moment... We Live!

Robbed

From the heart to the attic, inspiration ascends, and this pen allows me to begin, identifying the thoughts within.
Yet if I don't seize that very moment, my hands may have shown it, thoughts may be lost forever, in my boundless sea of treasures... unindexed and unlabeled within the stalls of my mind's stable... lost in the fabric of time.
The very stroke of my pen, robbed of a thought within, shall never present itself, at the same time ever again. Thus, I've been robbed of a part me.

The Rapture of Yin

Warning: Contains some explicit (audio) language, no explicit visuals

The Rapture of Yin is an aggressive poem with a little swag on it, but it's meant to express the beauty of the woman's presence and independence and correct the false thinking that a woman should submit in order to have a rightful/equal place within the cultural dynamic or to have that place defined based solely on gender.




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The Last Teardrop

Wandering through the halls of my conscious, I look for a window to pierce through. Constantly seeking to find the answers that knock questionably on the doors of my heart. Lost and empty, the days of spiritual connectivity seem like a distant memory and then, a teardrop falls.

There’s a longing deep within… faint music playing feels resonant, but I can’t place the words to the song. The vibrations of my spirit seem to somewhat mumble the aria, as if it were something I’ve heard on the radio in passing. I can’t figure out what it all means and yet, another teardrop falls.

Why would this emotion, this distillation, spill from those pools just above my cheeks? Do we move through time so uncertain, so unaware, as to experience involuntary eruptions of emotion without any sound reasoning to the whys? Or do we already have all the answers we externally seek? Is it so difficult to be still and listen to the melodies of the universe, the beauty of one’s own heartbeat, or the rhythm of our very own breath?

Irony… I’m busier now I’ve ever imagined, yet my steps within the spiritual matrix are minute. Distractions within this holographic reality we call “life” create a foundation for a restless idleness, yet I never stop moving. My thoughts are constantly petitioned for attention by these daily contradictions, these dual yet distinct manifestations of choice and so another teardrop falls.

My drums have been tapped by the vibrations of an audio guidance, but I ignore the gentle whispers that have urged me to look past the illusions. Why do my ears occasionally ring deaf to these sounds?

Life is such a bittersweet epiphany of all that is before us. Some will realize the truth of life’s simplicity, accepting that the complexities that we face are self created and self induced… that we create our own dramas out of our need to play out the roles that we believe will portray the portrait of our truths. We are the directors of these grand theatrical productions, who carefully merge our visions with those of others, perfectly aligned with one another, for unity and evolution. As I realize this, pain and joy are experienced simultaneously, my emotions in arrest. The revelation of my artistic ability becomes manifest. I am the author of my own script. Pain is in the resistance, joy is in the liberation of knowing and understanding the purpose.

For now I cannot smile nor cry, but I do await the moment when the last teardrop will fall and fall no more.

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"A Return To Truth"

Radiant One
Blessed are we
Manifesting as
Individuated Emanations
Of You
Collectively Merging
Into The
Ocean Of Oneness

Collectively
We Are Born
To The
Dawn Of truth
Bathed In Love
And
Submerged
Within
The Sacredness of "I"

!There Is Only One!

In Truth
There Is No Lack
No Disease
No Poverty
Only The Distortions
That We Perceive
Through The Veils
That We Create

Divine Breath
Allow Me
To
Remember My Origin
To
Know Me
As
You Do

I AM
Abundantly Receiving
Now!
I AM
Whole and Healthy
Now!
I AM
In Receipt of All that I Need and Want
Now!

I Submit
I Submit
I Submit
To The
Perfection of "I"

I AM ONE
With The
Cosmic Mind
And
Heart

!Peace And "I" Are One!

A Shift Is Occurring...
A Change
Is
... Present ...
I Don't Need To Understand It
I Trust Source
&
I AM
Simply
GRATEFUL!

THANK YOU!

I LOVE YOU!

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You Remind Me - DIP MJ

Paradox seems to be a theme that we share
So much contradiction between who we are
And who others need us to be
There is a drought in the land of courage
But as the mountains begin to bathe in the tears of the dew
You remind me that a thirst is quenched in the hearts of a few

When pain stomps through your life louder than thunder
And hunger rapes your body like a debilitating disease
When friendships become more deadly than an invasive bacterium
And avaricious behaviors seduce us into believing we are fulfilling our dreams
You remind me to be courageous

When we find that we are holding on to the better part of ourselves
Gazing toward the future with hope and reams of promise
When our world is filled with joy and we feel as if we've arrived
And the blessings gifted to us as children stand before our eyes
You remind me to be compassionate

If we were gaily enthralled in all that makes one, you
Or are torn between the world and the integrity of what we do
If we are crying out and grieving for this place
Or challenged by the disconnects that mar the reflections of our face
If we are loving and selfless in our acts
Or bitter emanations of the chagrin that we've packed
You remind us to BE only what God has asked...

I smile because you remind me



A Tribute To Michael Jackson ~ Dance In Peace (DIP) Michael

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Reverence for Divinity

Flame of fire, purify the conscious and unconscious
streams of thought between me and my glorious creator.
Ignite my creative passions manifesting a perpetual
glow of the Holy Presence around me. Winds of Peace,
gently, do I summon the sweet kisses of your eternal
grace. Celestial rain whispers an escort through the
trees of the worlds and I observe the Divine's
presence in every drop. Mountain tops shower in the
milk of the sun's rays, while it's fortifying wisdom
illuminates every expression of life. Oh Divine One,
my love for you is present in every exchange of my
breath. The rhythmic drum of my soul chants your
praises and glorifies your Divine names. I can hear
the symbols of the angels as they dance in harmony
with the spirits that lullaby the universe. Elders of
majestic silence calms all the noise and my inner
voice is strengthened. My soul is free to soar the
chords of the music. Giver of life, Essence of love,
Eternal flame... I drink from the cosmic ocean that my
breath may be sweetened with wisdom and gratitude. My
heart melts with appreciation, knowing that the doorway to
higher consciousness is always open and its flutes of
promise unyielding in its welcoming. We are of one wave, one
breath, one light and I stand in eternal awe.

Note: This work is a part of the larger body of what is known as "Inner Reflections," created and authored by Tamara F. Edwards a.k.a. Nabiyah An-Nur. Unauthorized reproduction or duplication, in whole or in part is a violation of applicable laws. Printed and distributed in U.S.A. All rights reserved.

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“Timeless”

Souls journeying through familiar space find themselves drawn by the same magnetism that holds the planets steady
Seeking balance, they fluctuate between discipline and nature, oneness and selfishness
Spreading the wings of their truth and safely anchored
By the tree of life, growth is inevitable
What is judged and what is seen has been defied
Brushed off before as a passing moment, now, manifests as Beauty
Born of love and what seemed so plain is a higher truth
Timeless treasures lie within the notes of an unplayed song
Wisdom unimagined, formless, and untouched
Tenderly whispering on the neck of our memories
Blindly we are bound by the chains of our pride
Scarcely finding our way to true freedom
Honesty is the only gateway to promises unfulfilled
Swords Play is simply the Ego masking itself
behind the shadows of emotional inadequacy and victories hoped for
An imaginary crown for a king that constantly seeks to prove himself and yet; worthiness is counterfeit...
For he or she IS
Close your eyes that you may see
Lay down your sword that you may know the truth of your opponent
In essence, there is only you

Note: This work is a part of the larger body of what is known as "Inner Reflections," created and authored by Tamara F. Edwards a.k.a. Nabiyah An-Nur. Unauthorized reproduction or duplication, in whole or in part is a violation of applicable laws. Printed and distributed in U.S.A. All rights reserved.

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Colorless

Rainbows, what a phenomenal sight
A radiance of hue between heaven and earth
Majestic is each within its own vibration
If asked, how would one choose?
Surely, embodying one denies the others,
If only for a moment
Harmonic undertones blend these divine graduations into music and entangled in the awe of these enchanted rhythms is an element rarely noticed, most don’t see it
Although, some gifted with transcendence have been known to be captivated by it
It is pure essence and colorless
Ancient teachings have said that the mysteries of life can be found between the turning points of a breath
Similarly, between the colors and beyond is the Colorless
Undefined & creatively free
It is this miracle, which manifests color
And blends the possibilities of music into light
Yes… rainbows are a phenomenal sight
But it’s the "colorless" that give them life

Dedication: For Ahsha – My worries for you are no more
For you are a colorless miracle… I love you!


With Divine Love,
Nabiyah An-Nur

Note: This work is a part of the larger body of what is known as "Inner Reflections," created and authored by Tamara F. Edwards a.k.a. Nabiyah An-Nur. Unauthorized reproduction or duplication, in whole or in part is a violation of applicable laws. Printed and distributed in U.S.A. All rights reserved.

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