Cosmic Oracle

Yes, read my Oracle, my Nubian
Enrich your mind once again, tell yourself you are a Queen, a Goddess in the hue of your skin
It is considered the first, the last, shall be the first, read the Roman’s scripture on their hidden sin  
The truth does evolve when myths have brainwashed the mind
Does not the Golden Rule states, to do unto others, and be kind
It is always a beautiful characteristic to possess when you truly, love yourself first
My goodness, you begin to see, feel, cherish, all the universal grants for you, you understand the whys, and you come to realize without effort, or direction, the soft nature of your cosmic worth
The delegation of my synopsis is already configurated, the wind will never whisper to the gust where the water flows
It’s just a waste of time to ponder where it lands or where it goes
I am the inside and the outside
The right, the wrong, good and evil when dark and light must collide
 
I hear the naysayers
The diabolical tongue slayers
The enlightenment of the temple is in self, you are your own team player
Guarantee by the faith of your prayers
At least, while you are living and breathing, make sure you write your own Psalms
That is the time you must discern what energy you thrive on
Within my pages of this sacred parchment, my Hebrew Goddess, it is the energy of the dopamine, serotonin, and melatonin, the trifecta to nourish the brain
In the downpour of rain, my staff may it comfort society in pain
Or give me the clarity of rebirth in the uprise of Allah’s Kingdom to rule the reign
Panther Queen's intent with a soft prowling style  
The flames of a sultry Dragon Queen that has you beguiled
The saturation of my mental hydration of the Sea, may this Queen you seek Divinely to keep you rooted in peace
 
If I traveled to the intellect of those pages through the sands of time
Knowledge and Wisdom are hard to find
I have funneled from the winds as I marginalize the stirrings of their elements
These are the words in your world I must circumvent
Beauty is not to the eyes of the beholder
In your civilization, love and peace is tossed with no regards over the shoulder
In other cultures, I have seen
The salt of society is the sanctified psyche cream
It cleans, it manifests
It keeps the skin sacred when paired with an incantation before the sunset
 
The winds tell the soul of each human being
The hidden pilgrimage of the soul must rely on the third eye of celestial seeing
You can reach, preach, or teach
However, you cannot bed the devil and expect God in your heart to lease
Within the palm of your hand
Lies the foundation of your soul, controlled by the degrees of the mind
The secret of the sky is rooted in the bone marrow
It is the messenger of Allah, as flying is to a sparrow
 
It is always wise to evolve in truth to leave wise marks
To bed phantoms, is a sin that cannot provide that spiritual spark
Gift the temple with the honor of its rightful place
The scrolls I present to your eyes, across lands, open your heart let it flow miles and miles
As you read the sepia pages from the Romans, the Vikings, and of Egypt's Queens who bathe their supple skin in the soothing waters of the Nile
Different realms in the quantum of seconds, minutes, the Sacred Orator upon the hieroglyphics
You must listen to the generations’ and the wealth of their insignia gifts
 
From The chariots of Heaven have ridden you into my life
Each dimension of time, I, the Queen of your heart, you shall never unto deaf ears, lark
Bestowed the presents of the skies
The meek can tell you where your dreams go, your wishes, your hopes, once they are manifested as chants to the creator’s ears as earthly lullabies
Before, I funnel away unto another land before this moment, place your own poetic lyrics of empowerment on your own pages
Allow eyes to read your humbly thoughts as the parchments continue from this discovery in your life, at this stage
Go in peace, and read in earnest acceptance, you were created and here fated
 
 
Thank you, Allah for the gift of my words