THUS SPAKE  THE MED OAK

You are loveshine,
Lifelight,
Heavenly warmth
I photosynthesize.
Without you
We couldn't breathe,
And my leaves
would leave me,
While I
Wither away
into
Quintessential existance--
Way into the depths of creation,
Only to rise
with your dawning,
a yawning humanity,
TALL and STRONG;
Roots stretching like an umbilical cord
deep into
Mother Earth's core
giving birth
to this red oak,
a reflection of your own worth.

Thin words
are a whispering breeze
kissing my leaves and
massaging my weathered branches
held out like Moses' arms and staff
at that med sea
crossing
my liberation
through
liberating the People
with the People's liberation.
For without the People needing necessities
I would have this destiny
of bondage
to knowledge--
the higher the height,
the deeper the roots.
Pain hollows the depths
for pleasure to consume.
It's my pleasure to assume
this position in the womb
of struggle.
Struggling through this shell of incarceration
into yet another incarnation--
your strengh, your love,
your Humanity's realization.
A revolutionnary revelation
forever rising on the horizon
while setting...
aside everything
we thought we were;
thought we heard;
thought we thought;
and breathe...
in all the meanings,
LIVING
for each others' BEING.

THUS SPAKE THE MED OAK
* Inspired by Fanny Bodin. Thank you!
This is dedicated to all of you.
DRIVE!

Omari Huduma
AKA Reginald Blanton

World Day

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