THE SPACE, by SYANDENE

It is
the space you fill
when the dawn
freshly breaks
the space you fill
with a anticipatory
brew of certainty
come what may

The space that says
there is no routine
only the linking
of mapped souls
through
inner conversations
and
earnest supplication
for how we
get through
in seeing another day

And as I start my day
I am reminded
of the happiness that
cycling into
the path of the sun brings
sensing the changing seasons
of being

Seeing workmen
backs – breaking
in the heat
of the mid-day sun
but happy – eyes decorating
constructional achievements
with pleasure

A mature couple
studying the geography
of a new locality
A new home sought – maybe
A new life researched – possibly
their day out
placed against
dancing sun’s rays

hands held
A ritualistic spell
connected in harmony
for the new day

Snapshots of women
pushing
new age designed prams
cradling innocent cargo
sleeping – oblivious
prepped for the
various struggles
they will encounter
bringing joy and pain
in this life’s relentless
refrain

A runner
fighting off exhaustion
for that final push, up
‘I can do this’ Hill

And the urban but
incessant babble
of school children
absorbed by the
ineffectiveness of what it means
to have the latest
technological gadget
in their possessions

I cycle
freewheel through
the cascade of monotone images
imbued to be outspoken
about the healing powers of
love and unity
for a world
rent in two
by the
fashionable commodity of
hatred and greed

reminded of my
grandmother’s timely words
” Chicken memba Gaad wen im drink”
meaning
thankfulness and reverence
must be the order of
the day

Knowing we aspire to
an idealized concept of we
knowing we lack nothing
want everything
and maybe
only visible things in between

Knowing that the
landscaping – reshaping
inward making and outward making
of the mapped soul
seeks no type of
hidden mystery
hurts

But now older
and much wiser
I am no longer
a subject to the
ligature marks of
life’s discordant cry

Free to journey into
onto and through
the iconoclastic footprints
left by the eclectics

For mine is a measured walk
inspecting the houses
inhabited by
wizened women
speaking truth in
its unaltered state

Sipping on
sacred science
the 7 tones of purity
the effusion of Ancient Mysteries
and the oneness of the
harmonized self

As they note
The New Ascension
unfurl its well preserved wings

That I too may climb higher
go within
and fly

(c) Syandene Jahia

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