when i meditate i often stare into mirrors—sometime i see other faces
karmic twins or psychic cyphers—other, but of me, and in a multitude of places
we seek our inner powers and pray for cosmic peace
while introspective i see many visions and get a taste of psychic relief
often the images i see are tribal—of evident african descent
thick full lips and broad nostrils confirming that my ancestry is heaven-sent
i believe that destiny rules—but also that we have a role in shaping our fates
his is a symphony that we conjure–an erotic dance that divinity creates
we seek friends and lovers on this sacred path
always in search of reflections of self—or of what we lack
i pray one day to meet my psychic twin—to share in this psycho-spiritual journey
it is a challenge to grasp the multiplicities that emerge without and converge within me
karmic power moves unseen—rippling through currents of air and light
i pray for our resistance to move mountains—and for revolutionary dreams to take flight
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2017
