Aside from the misleading phrase: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me
Some time, throughout the process of the education mill, it comes as a great surprise to the school child that more, much more, than numbers are subject to the rules of mathematics.
Multiplied.
Divided.
Subtracted even.
What we are doing here, in this life, is the beautiful distress of mathematics.
“I tried to keep quietly repeating,
No strength but Yours, but I couldn’t.
I had to clap and sing.
I used to be respectable and chaste and stable,
but who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things?
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.
That’s how I hold your Voice.
I am scrap wood thrown in your Fire,
and quickly reduced to smoke.
I saw You and became empty. This Emptiness, more beautiful than existence, it obliterates existence; and yet when It comes, existence thrives and creates more existence!
The sky is blue. The world is a blind man squatting on the road.
But whoever sees Your Emptiness
sees beyond blue and beyond the blind man.
A great soul hides like Muhammed, or Jesus,
moving through a crowd in a city where no one knows Him.
To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the Emptiness.
To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise, the Ocean. What we say, a little ship.
So the sea-journey goes on, and who knows where!
Just to be held by the Ocean is the best luck we could have.
It’s a total waking up!
Why should we grieve that we’ve been sleeping?
It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been unconscious.
We’re groggy, but let the guilt go.
Feel the motions of tenderness around you,
the buoyancy.”
- Rumi
Jesse Boykins III & MeLo X – Prototype 2010 (Andre 3000 Reprise)
“You ever prayed for something your whole life? I mean, all you dreamed about was this one thing. I mean, you know it’s comming. You have faith and all that. But sometimes… Sometimes you second guess yourself
That’s human nature, I suppose, second guessing… When life seems to take you through more downs than ups. Seems like it gives you more losses than wins. But do you stand tall and be bold? Or do you fold? Do you believe?
See, me, I came a long way. Way too far for me to stop now. Not that I would stop anyways but… I’m so close, I can feel it… Can you feel it?
Warm up…“
Patience is a virtue made virtuous by those who work while they wait.
“I can’t wait,” but I will. (While I work)
“Functioning in a linear framework finds it’s strength in it’s utility, depth even. However, where it lacks is in its willingness to cast aside, indiscriminately, factors that are not deemed useful to its respective project. It is simply a matter of choosing between the more substantive practice and the less difficult practice. If we are to make progress beyond rhetoric within the American project, and elsewhere, regarding the Seventh Sons (those who deviate from a normative standard, White Male Heterosexual, for example) it will not be a project of ease and utility. It will be an intimate, honest, substantive discussion at the table we have been at, and will be at, for quite a while.”
There’s a difference between changing your mind and contradicting yourself, in that changing your mind is mature, intelligent, and necessary. Contradicting yourself is saying two different things at the same time.
So smooth-like.
Left hand under,
Right hand around,
Nothing careless about it,
Carefully and safely.
Reversed sometimes, but always one or the other.
With a smile sweeter than the dash of cream present.
I say ‘a dash’ because I can’t remember how much exactly.
But still,
Either way,
I always wondered why so little flavor,
Then, by the grace of God it hit me:
She’s probably something like Kahlua and Bailey’s Irish Cream.
So, there’s really no need.
It’s one of those things a brother isn’t sure he should notice, or note it.
But, it’s so significant in it’s simpleness, it’s infinite.
The small things,
Like these,
Deserve to be noted.
She takes the time if need be,
Neglecting it for a while in order to make sure her work is covered,
Productivity, before anything.
Of course.
But she always,
Always,
Takes the time to either;
A: Get more,
B: Remake,
C: Reheat,
See, she’s so sweet.
Never wasting an ounce.
I really like the way she carries her coffee.
Never too much, but just enough.
It tells me quite a bit.
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Jill Scott ft. Mos Def – Love Rain (Coffee Shop Remix)