[HAIKU JIT SU] THE ROAD SO LONG
THE DOJO SONG THAT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AS THEY SILENT SIT...
http://youtu.be/BSqDLROyafg
[LOTUS]
He meditates one
So many voices calling
The well of souls deep
[THE BLOSSOM TREMBLES]
She wavers in sight
The veil shimmers in the breeze
Fact and fantasy spun
[INTROSPECTION]
His journey begins
Bourne on the strains ascending
Heaven a thought away
[SHE SPEAKS]
One voice of many
Tone angelic quality
Rising above all
[IN SUSPENSION]
Lives pass by fleeting
A second an eternity
All becomes nothing
[THE JOURNEY WITHIN]
Darkness begets light
Knowledge swirling celestial
Worlds open pineal
[THE WELL OF HER HEALING]
Her salve heals his flesh
Penetrates to his hard core
He rises reborn
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
[FULL CIRCLE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... KNOWLEDGE DROP...
http://youtu.be/1uq0qdrCXMM
When.
The world was new and man was but a thought in Allahs vast and wondrous mind.
When.
Angels crossed the dimensions and ecosystems developed unaffected by the development of society.
When.
Male and female held hands and walked through gardens and man made the choice between Allah and his queen...
Cast into a savage world where the progeny still kill each other cause we all came from one seed...
Cain and Able time and time again.
When.
Will humanity see the futility of all this separation and we arrive at the waiting stars as laid out in milky patterns.
Free of the constraints of religion and preconceived ideologies where somebody got to be the enemy.
When.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THIS PHOTO IS OF SOMEONE I FRIENDED LAST NIGHT HER NAME IS
I FRIENDED HER LAST NIGHT AND WAS LOOKING THROUGH HER PHOTOS WHEN THIS ONE TOTALLY CAUGHT MY ATTENTION. I IMMEDIATELY STARTED TO WRITE AND THIS IS WHAT MANIFESTED.
[INK BECOMING ]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/E_rkwne4D_A
I reach into the inkwell and pull you out black and fluid.
Touch the parchment and fill the lines with you.
Make you solid in the scribbles that fall away onto the page.
Another dip and you fall fully formed into existence and men sigh at your beauty.
Women pay honor to your being as you become the metaphor.
Alphabetic expressions ripped from the script and laid down.
Becoming the rise of your breasts and the flare of your hips.
The jut of your posterior so round and full... so round and so full.
The cocoa brown and the pecan tan...
I pulled you from the blackness...
Fluid.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
