Today I revisit a blessing…we need to hear it more
perhaps that’s why I’ve used it so many times before
It’s from the Native Nations peoples
who had their share of tragedy, heartache and strife…
and how they understood about one particular circle of life…
I imagine long ago they found the beat…
and discovered it by chance:
Dancing is a way to pray
prayer leads to healing
once we heal we can give
to give is to live
and one way to show we appreciate being alive
is to dance.
It's so exciting
Very amazing
When you fall
Into the right circle
They never leave you
Steadily thriving and standing
With you no matter the season.
Always boosting
Your confidence
Giving you muse
To act not react
Giving you enthusiasm
Enlightening you;
Discernment over discrimination.
There's nothing
Compare to
Your authentic ones
Never pick any over you
Always interested in you
Prioritizing your wants and needs
Steadily doing anything and everything for you
Watch your circle, so you can overcome all obstacles.
The circle turns, its edges smooth
A line that holds, yet... a line that soothes.
Its center still, its purpose clear
A timeless truth that gently... draws us near.
For to walk the circle is to see
The Self as part of infinity.
Its path unbroken, round and true
It holds the many, yet... speaks only, to you.
Beginnings
unending
Each moment
befriends
Untethered
unfettered
Intuity
mends
Connection
in motion
Where starts
never stop
Time lost
in fruition
From bottom
— to top
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Rhythm of soft sand,
Rules shaped in grace, not in stone—
Trust in sacred rounds,
Voices calm the storm ahead,
Spirit grows in gentle care.
I made a mistake was young and stupid
I had no guidance as a young adult
Found myself pregnant thanks to Cupid
felt strangely this woman was in a cult
She invited me to bible study
When I got there I felt unsure
It was in a private home
And everyone seemed overly invested
They wanted to pray over me
They locked arms making a circle
It felt weird but I couldn’t leave
Because the lady was my ride
I was in the center of the circle
They wanted to touch my belly
My feeling was that this could be bad
I started to feel strange
My inner voice told me to go
But trapped by lack of transportation
I decided to go with the flow
Trust that God would keep me safe
When I got home I called my grandmother
Explained the prayer circle and feeling trapped
She said that it sounded like a cult
Urged me to never go back
My inner voice told me
Something was wrong
But I just couldn’t leave
But God kept me all along
For the sake of my baby
Oh God of Creation
Direct
My creativity and productivity
So I can fly out of this nation
Even with slow motion but no stagnation
Thriving and striving globally not locally
Without any commotion but jubilation.
Oh God of Creation
Remove every blockage
Or linkage
Hindering my expansion
Which is my growth
Putting me on expectations
Without getting where I want to be or what I want.
Oh God of creation
I know you will do it
I'm not sure of the timing
But it's certain
For you said in your laws
Ask and shall be given
Seek and you'll find
Knock and it shall be open
Guild me, so I don't fall into the wrong circle
Recycling all that I have outgrown, Amen!!!
“ CIRCLE “
THE UNBROKEN LINE OF A CIRCLE UNABLE TO ESCAPE
TRAPED FOREVER IN FRUSTRATION PERFECTIONS OWN MISTAKE
THE PERFECTION OF A CIRCLE THE LINE TRAPED WITHIN
IT’S ENDING AGAIN TO JUST BEGIN
FRUSTRATED STRAIGHT LINE TWIRLED INTO AN ENDLESS CIRCLE
WITHOUT DIRECTION ONLY REPETITIVE PERFECTION
Circle of Prayer
remember in prayer
kith and kin to blessings share
for everyone care
death of a circle
it was in the meadow
when i first learned to wait.
the marshes were heavy with morning
and the footstep of a frog became a slight ripple
born to die in the center.
but only after i learned to wait,
watching the slow death of a circle.
tolbert
When the cold winds blow
And the hostile natives are restless
It’s time to wake up, smell the coffee
And cut your losses.
What is there to push back on, after all,
But the bitter taste
Of someone else’s resentment;
The mighty wind of their off-gassing.
The world is wild and cruel
Even within the treacherous smile of neighbors
When dog eats dog possesses their mind
You find yourself one of the dispossessed.
In this open, exposed and lonely place
Circle the wagons of your resolve
Recognize those you hold dear
And take solace in their love.
(4/13/25)
Singularity
Epitome of clarity
Pitter patter rarely
Potter’s dreams can’t scare me
Still frame
New game
You and I are not the same
I ebb omen and I flow Roman
Never stopped, steamrollin’
The chosen showman
Man of the show
Light up like somethin you know
Attention with proper intention
Then disappear with your patterns
Trips around Saturn
One left and then one right turn
But never two lefts
Because two lefts makes a theft
A theft called circle
Conniving like Steve Urkel
The wheels turn in the circle of completion that always returns to us,
From birth to death, from the first tear to the last sigh,
We venture forward with the hope of uncovering hidden meaning,
For in a fleeting moment of existence, amidst moments of silence,
We reflect and return to well-trodden paths, building and tearing down,
Trying to understand the spirit that drives us through life's labyrinth,
Walking paths of distant memories, seeking to fulfill thoughts,
Pushing forward, adjusting, arranging life's letters in perfect order.
I discover love as a masterpiece, faith as a new chance,
Hope as a warm embrace that holds me in its arms,
As the days swiftly turn from light to night,
I stand by the river's edge, singing an ethereal song, a hymn of change.
The circle of life always twists, like a story unfolding without end,
And I, a traveler through seasons, let myself be carried by the waves of eternal time.
I never really minded the species that inhabited me.
I had especially taken a liking to man, however.
"I'll take care of you.", they promised.
I believed it--
We became interdependent, inseparable.
He relied on me, and I relied on Him.
I gave Him food, water, and air, He gave me towering buildings that grasped at my atmosphere.
It was perfect;
Until it wasn't.
As time went on, man began cutting down my trees for the pages to write their own stories with.
Their tales will be woven between my pages, ink stains the skin I shed for Him.
And with my help, their stories will thrive.
Remain utterly, completely,
timeless.
Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect. The same from every
angle, yet you can be many things,
the giver of life, the supplier of all energy.
Life itself follows your pattern, over and
over, round and round. You are in the
colorful, fragrant offerings of lovers. I look
into your shimmering blue and fall in love,
falling inside and down, down, down,
disappearing. I see you in the sky at night,
and grow wild, and howl, terrorizing a
city. I take you for a ride and end up
where I started. Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect.
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