Fairytales like these will never be told by man…
Only god-bodi in its essence can echo this whimsical wonder.
Based relief etched herstories
Painted on tipi pyramid walls
Bathed in frank and myrrh
Warm bodies soar.
Have you ever seen indigo children soar over bloody moons?
Or 10 foot tall Dogon nomadic tribesman rain dance?
Gypsy sooth sayin nymphs profess:
THIS IS WHAT NIRVANA LOOKS LIKE.
Total and complete Wiz like
Where darkness is the balance
And reincarnation is but a blink or a tear.
This is where you find fairytales like these...
Somewhere between a
Mantra and a prayer
And chant or a shout
A holy-ghost dressed as a jinn
Inverted nuance of an elegance somewhat smooth as this,
Must be what miracles looks like.
No need to gather around the griot will not package up this tale and whisper its memory in the ears of the blind.
This glitterly spec of “once upon a time”
Is not for the sugar plum princesa earths,
The purgatory page
The witches and wizards and warlocks
The black whole gate keepers
Only the seekers with seek this story
Only the dreamers will dream this tale.