Cleansing My Mind Honoring My Temple

Blessed be unto the caress of the gentle wind            
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin            
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in God’s image            
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension              
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth              
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my neck              
              
I breathed the air, so laden of roses, frankincense, myrrh and sweet-smelling Jasmine              
Goddesses bowing unto their God’s Psalms, the spillage of blood as history begins              
Hieroglyphics, my beautiful language sings of yesterday’s glory              
Lineage, the legacy, mummified buried of greatness, hidden from books telling of its rich stories            
            
The melanin content giving credence to my lineage flavored skin          
Life barriers of mythical properties once you take it all in              
Tells of my centuries, history of young and old              
What shall be first, shall be last, shall be first again according to my ancestral sacred scrolls              
Bow unto my Deity the greater investor of my soul              
         
African dances, spiritual ceremonies, the rite of passage as time once beautifully foretold          
The salutations reaping from my mouth I humbly console        
As my mind relieve you from earthly dismiss as wickedness blindly patrols            
Hushed whispers, sailed in the blanket of night              
Sweat from dusk to dawn, with no relief in sight              
         
For a taste of salvation, equality, freedom shall be phrased in its beautiful echoing songs              
I hear the voices, the cries from the Motherland, see your tired feet, Oh God, I hear the bemoans              
Footsteps dancing with the coatings of hope heard in the soft resonate of the wind, intellectual reparations we now  commend              
Unity sang unto the North star all night long, faith, courage as it silently blends            
            
Goddess of the spiritual prophecy, who governs me              
Gives me the blessings to lavish my creed              
Rules the beat of my timeless heart              
I curtsy unto your grace, bless my temple, honor unto my Chi, my sacred parts              
Shh.. inhaling the land’s inheritance from where I once roamed              
Opening my eyes, the Motherland, my soul shall return with open arms of its enriching home        
I bow my head in the chasm of humanity as my mind, body, and the crux of my spirit in benediction atone