The Fifth Practice: Insight
Damn I missed my space ship
While on the way to Zion
Count away the seconds
While in the rain I'm climbing
It's like I'm fighting for freedom, writing for freedom
Pimping my wisdom, pinpoint the trauma
Sought knowledge in the droplets of rain
Let it wash over my essence
Like, catharsis
I placed my trust in those who didn't need it
Gave advice to those who ignored it
Curse of Cassandra, the clarity of my voice
Penetrates through the depths of, the void
Avoid the hardheaded, protecting my energy
Devour the hard lessons, develop my inner peace
Destroy, the mental barriers, searching for harmony
Free fall from asteroids, center self to breathe
I speak in metaphors, write in similes
To seek my inner scrolls, and the, vinyl of my soul
The tone of self love, sounds like my brother's prayers
Kissed palms whisper to my flaws when I
Holler and you holler, you finally fall
But I'll levitate, till my spirit, grasps fate
I missed my space ship
While on the way to Zion
Count away the seconds
While in the rain I'm climbing
Speaking in dreams, a black man holding the seams
Of duality, shedding self, so I can see
Through reality, wielding the Agamotto, I heard
The voice of truth, but missed myself
Calling the knowledge of self worth
The wisdom of self love, the trinity of the verse
Reflects, my Xeno works
Black boy finding secrets of Utopia
Wrestle inner demons, seeing, oceans of my inner being
Sitting on the edge of the river, quoting Siddhartha
Look for definition of self, like Saitama
Foot steps, treading on Mars, like Manhattan
Weightless, dancing on air, like Zaheer
God's Hand in the Zen Garden
Stay patient till my mind's open
Evanescent plotting Buddha's Armor
To the hymns of my brother's prayers
Kissed palms whisper to my flaws when I
Holler and you holler, you finally fall
But I'll meditate, till my soul, illuminates
I missed my space ship
While on the way to Zion
Count away the seconds
While in the rain I'm climbing
This ain't a sad song, it's a sonnet of
My inner thoughts, seeing
My outer being, reaching
For reflections in the droplets of rain
I yearn, for definition, defining my life's plane
Through
Countless hours of, honing my craft, it's
Time to show, my, work's gold
Virtuoso lyricist, count stars with Nujabes
Tight rope misfit, balancing common sense
I don't sleep often, but I, dream well
Every, verse spills, from
Lucid lips, like
Like, loose leaf pages ripped from my soul's scroll
The calligraphy is sloppy, but sounds like Jazz
Whispers of saxophone solo
Sound
Like I can't keep quiet
Writing as if, the fountain of youth
Can be discovered between her thighs
Spit, like there was a hurricane
Left on my tongue
Tastes
Like Nostalgia
On the rocks
I've spent too many midnights
Marauding for war
Sun
Glimmer like Gai-sensei grin
Senpai, I've finally noticed
The Super Saiyan lurking
In my speech
My Taj Mahal is nostalgia
Mural'ed in apparitions
Reminding myself that "selfies"
Are a radical form of self love
My journey to Enlightenment
Is a dreamlike ode to the Jazz
Articulated in break beats
The studio is late night haven
Catharsis
A pulpit of blues
Built on twilight
And I am a comet streak
An apparatus of confetti
Strung to night sky
Like star
Dus(t)k
Is moments away
But the horizon couldn't be
So close
Hue of nostalgia
At the bottom of whiskey
Glass
Served
On the rocks
I am (30) and unfinished
Realizing how beautiful my soul
Is
How beautiful I
How fragile my smile
Is
At funerals
Where
I wrote eulogies
For
Homies
Poured
Forties, to memory
Block
Feels, like I've lost myself
In
Their untold stories, but can't forget
My
Story
Yearning to unravel my
Story
Even if no one is listening
I guess
Catharsis is the reason
I missed
My spaceship
To(o)
I'm Happy
It don't take a whole day to recognize my light
I shine bright, eighth light, of All Might
It's the third eye, five side, inter-dimensional
I calibrate the lyrics to seek, my inner limits and prosper
Limitless I
Break down my gifts, in increments
I exist
Between the seconds, I blink
Between realities
Slaying the false prophets
Meditate with scholars
I found, Buddha in mountains
Love, struck me to stardust
Palms stretched toward the north star
Celestial secrets, in my repertoire
Tethering the Storm
Omega beauty Ororo
Borealis chalice my magic is universal
Holding onto spirits, I twist, manuscripts
Into voodoo
Pull blues from the moon
Condense my energy
Move, in harmony
To align, nomadic minds
Collapse breaths on a dying star
Vagabond be molding mantras near and far
Kissed palms, I'll meditate to where you are
Rejuvenate the spirit just to heal them scars
With mindfulness, we recognize the tension in our body
And we want very much to release it, but sometimes we can't
What we need is some insight
Insight is seeing what is there
It is the clarity that can liberate us from afflictions such as jealousy or anger
And allow true happiness to come
Every one of us has insight
Though we don't always make use of it to increase our happiness