Tattoos

Some people who enter our lives become permanent residents of our hearts. Their existence and presence becomes like a tattoo on our Souls. Though we may attempt to erase them, the mark of permanence created by love seals the bond we share with them; a bond that often frustrates the mind because it defies logic and reason- A truth we never easily accept.

Truly the virtues of the Soul demand that we learn to let go and accept that Love has its own reasons and purpose.

@Smnukwa

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Oasis

Every so often her smile brings rain to my desert lands. Every so often the desert turns moist. . .not all of it though! That cant be allowed! Every so often an Oasis appears in the desert. . .but only where she walks . . On this dry land that is my SaHaRa HeART she brings RaIn. . .But only where she walks. . .she is my Oasis

Tearless Sands

The theory goes; that deserts were once water-filled lands with lush grass and greenery.                      Well, i'd compare myself to a Desert. A desert that was once green and overflowed with water.  .  .but now, all that remains is sand.My cheeks; caramel-brown and made from Adams dust. Memories now remain of centuries ago when waters could flow down these cheeks. . .Dunes & Desert storms now remain. . .where once there was water, now all that remains is Dust.                                                Dust to dust, and tears to rain. . . Rain dancers gather in Ritual Ceremony awaiting a miracle that once was reality. To God they scream "Why has thou forsaken us?" . . .

To Langa (Sun)

Langa. I've been having weird dreams lately. I decided not to tell you about them because I did not want to worry you. Today I asked uMa what these dreams mean. What she said brought me to tears; 'Bayaku biza abaphansi' (The Ancestors are calling you). I am sorry that I can not tell you this in person. . . 'I have been called and I am going to become iSangoma' (Witch Doctor). I love you

SUN

I awake and look to my left.  Through my window, there in the distance; the Sun. I feel its warmth on my skin. A flashback; a reminder of the night She lay next to me. Her fingers like Sun rays on my skin. She is my Sun, my warmth. Her big bright eyes like windows and I see the Sun through them. I miss Her. S.K.M 2012