Author Ananda Leeke read this poem to open her book release party at the Front Porch Spoken Word series held on November 2, 2007, at Mocha Hut in Washington, DC.
The Word by Ananda Kiamsha Madelyn Leeke
Copyright 2007 by Madelyn C. Leeke. All rights reserved.
In the beginning was the word
And the word was a seed called a thought rooted in Spirit
In the beginning was the word
And the word that we were given from Spirit was choice
In the beginning was the word
And the words that we choose each moment create energy, meaning and power in how we
experience ourselves, each other, and the world around us
As we think and speak, we become a vessel of spiritual, emotional, physical, silent, verbal and written expression
Our thoughts and words have lives of their own
They tell our life stories out loud
They stamp the universe with our vibratory signature
Our vibration finds its way into the universe and dances to the beat of beautiful music or noisy disturbance
If we are mindful and aware, we can choose to allow our vibration to create love, peace, light, beauty, joy, healing, happiness, laughter, and abundance
If we are unconscious or ego-tripping, we run the risk of making a choice that will add more emotional, spiritual, and physical violence in the universe
The question we must ask is:
What do we want the beginning of each moment to look and feel like?
This is exactly what I think. Words are so important, but we've made them grow weaker, lose their primeval strength and meaning. Words exist, can be felt, have an effect on the world around us, on us, on the ones we love. I would like more and more people to become aware of the importance of thought-words-individual and collective energy. That day; we might even change the world.
This is such a beautiful AND true, empowering poem/speech.
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This is exactly what I think. Words are so important, but we've made them grow weaker, lose their primeval strength and meaning. Words exist, can be felt, have an effect on the world around us, on us, on the ones we love. I would like more and more people to become aware of the importance of thought-words-individual and collective energy. That day; we might even change the world.
This is such a beautiful AND true, empowering poem/speech.
Great beginning, thank you!
Axilea