UNTITLED

these days, i am mostly thinking of what it is to be my highest self.

is it to open wider, open deeper?

is it to spiral in and cultivate so that my light unfolds throughout the darkest of abyss?

is it to have more money?

communicate more positively.

be in a position to put on?

talk more? or talk less.

create.

get comfortable? get uncomfortable.

speak my truth as best i have it?

is it my integrity? my character?

is it my gratitude & the expressions thereof?

is my highest self reflected in my friends, lovers, and capacity for forgiveness?

is it my loyalty or the sum parts of the ambiguities that drive me to insecurity or resolve?

is it my ability to give and not please?

does my highest self lie in my trust and submission to process & people?

or maybe me to the highest degree is the one who stands before the new moon that waxes more full with each passing night,

giving me the opportunity to reidentify, refine, & shape my vision clearer.

i am thinking my highest self lies in all of these things.

i am thinking these are the sum parts of our spiraling in:

the parts that make us whole, everything, and nothing all at once.

i am thinking we are creating our highness.

i am feeling that,

in spiraling in and gathering together

all the fruits of our labor,

in lifting our eyes heavenward in the midst of a day

and expressing gratitude as easily as we gather air/gather life,

we are creating our highness.

because to spiral in is a mainstay of womanhood. it is our birthright.

to go inside ourselves and act accordingly with what we have found there.

to spiral inner and inner is honor. sankofa.

this, right now, is the gathering before the change of seasons.

& i thank you all for bringing your laughter, your wisdom, your song.

i wrap you each around me like a prayer cloth.

i am thee initiate and this gathering together

is the liminal space.

we are betwixt and between.

we are changing our season.

we are creating our highness.