What is right for one moment might devolve To be wrong for another moment when As the cycles of the seasons revolve Then becomes now the way now became then As if only situationally I have always found it helpful to see The pulse of the pattern of back and forth
Reality changes from hour to hour The pendulum swings for all it is worth To say nothing of our perception of What is and how we shape what this might be The name we call it which gives it its power Could be anything but it seems to me What really makes the seasons turn is Love
The sun which opens the heart like a flower Love is the light we see reflected by The moon the sparkle we see in a star The flame which flashes from a lover's eye What keeps us going when the goal is far Away and down the road as you and I Perceive the pattern of the pendulum
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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This is marvelously encouraging...beautifully penned; well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
randy