Simply sharing A Yesteryears reflection for Today! We can only doubt within our dismantled psyches that that is where we need to go if we are to stand any chance of self- recovery in the bearings of authenticating dispositions. Investigation, if not meditation must be brought in attention to our stubborn opposition to the demands made on us by Language and, by Art. So closely knit are those, that between them, redemption plies in that paradoxical air of anonymity, certain that a single most, grueling, “self-constitutive” nuclear state of mysterious authorship will emerge! The Visionary. Can a stern Eye ever be made to relent, or for better or worst, grow extinct, so sobered to the cosmic text of his soloed requiem; the waiting core of the Dark swallows him up to its throat-ends. There, under the spell of migratory birds go quack-quacking: the air laden with fragments of fire, of water, of word and of all things considered by the measure of man himself, to whom the earth is made good and bountiful in the fairness of his duty, his dominion is likened to the light in his soul. With him, Prophet or Poet, the Soul’s world traverses the abyss of discontent, and is neither unnerved by applause nor lacking in dignity, surely, with graciousness it arrives, punctual, simple and pure in conversation with reality, mindful of the ability to transcend it! Rebirth. All fine things gathered, fuel the Vision to its vigorous leap forward, fully cognitive of progressively reshaping and reintegrating things and ideas. Urged on toward open and careful collaboration, our experience, clarified by the innards of our spirit should incite a peaceful understanding with us suitably qualified and appropriated hierarchically at the helm of the thrust of ego or signified, a Being degreed/decreed by Destiny. The Work is begun… In us, guaranteed! Yes to our indomitable will, all is solvable! A new day is ever taking form in the galaxies of our interminable imagination. The sure hand of genius, recognized to fish it out, beckons relentlessly. For us in that rotating now there is the awe of faint echoes touching our sensitive mind with riddles like peeling bells of sun in the ears of our Dawns and our Settings. There you are… There Eye am… Encouraged by our Destiny to being launched, moving towards something that awaits us all, to complete it, and perhaps, it will fulfill us! An extract from (A)WAKE(EN)UP!!! The Elder, Chief Ifa’ Oje’ Won Yomi Abiodun… LeRoy Clarke Friday, March 2, 2012
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