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Sitting in the Hours

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    Where has the time gone while I float in my galaxy of time?

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    As a black man in a position to love the neighbors who do not love me I notice instantly that the truth in a man is not how a person should choose to respond, but how a person should be made to respond and go forward when there is a strike to him. As a reader of the times, so to say, I have learned that the only way to discover success is to discover why it should be called success at all. Each man and woman will have a way of success based of the things that have brought them to the top. The actual deliverance is more important than the way by which an individual can carry or stride.

    When young children of the islands learn from their elders the process is gradual and meticulous, with the day to day striking of life against them. Life is always against you making you alike her in the end. Life is a cultivator that gives you more of a view and positioning to be bound to more possibilities than you thought were existing. If the island child is aware of all the ways to build his home and farm his land, the father and mother would teach him to search for a lover and never to build a sanctuary for the love to flourish within. There is a scary, but fond explanation to why this interests me in my hours of sitting and keeping my health. I have found the interesting vegan culture, the great culture of writers, and even the extensive art community to be like leaders that live in the earth and transition the healing soul of the Gods. When the water and ice meet inside of jars and bottles, the condensation forms on the dry spots to call for a meeting. When spices are united with the delicacy of bold sweets, there is a thick meeting between them. When a pumpkin and a smile combine there is jack-o-lantern. I have no fear to give the world, I have no pain to leave the world; I have only the gifts I can find in my heart to share to the children of the islands.

    Have the minutes evolved to pounds, the pounds to currency as the American dollar, the American dollar to mush? Will my labor be observed as broad demolition or focused catastrophe?  If I lay myself in the creek near the bank, will all the overdraft of the world one day spew into my pockets, and hands, and mouth? Just in the nick of time, the depression comes to visit the people that are so desperately new to a blind change. Now, granting them freedom they have desired to enjoy. Like an angel, or god mother, or genie, giving the babes new names and views to hold as their own.