African Philosophy…

CONCEPT OF GOD

 Early Africans

UNDERSTANDING

of

GOD

was that 

GOD

is the creative force (ENERGY) that exists

in everything 

culminating in

MAN 

with

HIS SPIRITUAL NATURE

and 

GOD – like

powers and potentials

They UNDERSTOOD 

that we are all of

ONE ORIGIN

and

that the multiplicity of living things was simply

different LEVELS of evolution and attributes of that 

ONE FORCE 

They believed that MAN 

was the highest form

and

responsible for the 

CARE – TAKING 

of all things… 

Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse

….

Cold is the color

    of mid-winter hoar;

gold is a feeling

    I felt once before.

 

Nineteen-seventy

    I hereby declare

the end of involvement,

   unfairness of war.

 

So near and so far,

    too close for some,

one dearly departed

    from what once begun

as gold, now cold,

    in the hot humid sun:

 

This is your weapon;

    that was your gun.

 

The child knows his pleasure,

    when the man looses fun.

 

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

 

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POWERFUL WORDS… A POET TO PAY ATTENTION TO…

Serial Outlet

Stay your course, now do not trim

Your sails to reach me drifting

I want neither warmth nor rescue

From the autumn waves’ crashing

But to know the great and empty cold

Of the sea seeping through my body

To look upon the final visage of

Heaven and water’s wedded unity

For my bridal suit is yellowing

In a chest of cedar, miles away

With flowers from my darling fair

Pressed and preserved against decay

I want neither warmth nor rescue

I have chosen the coffin of the sea

For there is no precious Aurélie

Waiting in the window for me

© 2012 Elizabeth Cook

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As I Grow Older… Langston Hughes

As I grow Older

Langston Hughes

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun–
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky–
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!