Caribbean Djembe

From the very beginning at the bass of that beat to the thump of the drum... Rythm an dance has always been a part of our culture.. 

From the cobra-like  movements to the silky sway.. 

The Love in our veins spreads across a looong way. 

Different languages, spices and garments.. 

Yet our bodies all writhe in sync when that music comes on.. 

From salsa to soca. Compas to dancehall our appearances differ yet our hearts beat as one. 

Separated by waters and land.. 

Not knowing the division is surface.. Underneath our Carib, Arawak an Taino blood binds us deeper than the oceans that divides our islands. 

From the Motherland settling in Every Other Land we thrive.  

We continue to unite through our melodic artwork. 

Transcending, codes an colors our frequencies mesh and the highest of highs can be felt as the lowest of lows is overthrown, drowning in the infinite sounds of joy manifesting through our instruments, our culture ... our quilt of variance will never fade.

Through our voices, our music, our dance our spirits live on.

Word is the bond of our songs.

that EYE

It was so good that I, that I, that I, could not, my mind began to warp and making sentences became a task..

I got so so. So that I that I. 

He made me moan.

Om.... I chanted and saang, hummed n struggled to remember verbs.

My mind.. I became aware that my mind..

I was swirling in his torrents of..of..his expertise in his back and forthness. His excitable manipulation.

I wasn't what I had said or done..

Seeing That I, that I Had gotten Stuck in the exuberance of that egoic fire I ceased..

What I had known of I diminished and..

Eye real eyes that I that Eye was not..

I was not what Eye was watching..

That through his persistence of igniting me aflame loving me murderously til I was raw..

Still in the unclear muddy waters.. That I was.. I Persevered. I survived him.

Eye felt, Eye saw, Eye was, and Eye am greatfull for him.

His relentless dance finished my thoughts of questions an doused me in a fluid knowing an devoured me.

Quenching his desires while I became nothing.

All the while relishing his pleasurable pain as I became..

The eye that I was supposed to have known..

His love made it so that I.... That I was born into remembrance of myself.

That That Eye was all I needed.

That Eye Was enough, that his love was my love n that Eye already was love.

Eye am love...

Eye am that I am.

 

 

 

 

Being Life Experience..,that Eye is a poem based on how relationships can force us to open our eyes to our true selves...painfull or pleasurable as it may be perceived.

CHuuuuuCHH