Photo credit: Oxana Doroshkevich

When one not, taught to be wise, brings tears to the eyes:

I use to hear the song, *Baa baa black sheep have you any wool!”

I would hum, sing, think nothing, about, what it meant, until I search,

Found out those words is an offense:  The black wooly sheep, I thought,

Represent, something symbolic, beautiful, like the radiant locks, upon,

A Rasta man head: As I grew older, trying to live, the way of life,

As a Rastafarian with hair like wool, swinging, flowing dancing,

Upon their majestic head:  Image of the I-threes, Marley singing,”

One Love, Lively up yourself, “Zimbabwe, and Natty dread!”

I felt joy, hope, peace, behind the mystical song—message,

Until I was faced, with my own flaws, my own disappointment:

I found out ‘to live a conscious life, in a world, without knowing one self,

Supportive loves ones, collective consciousness, faith and trusting friends,

There will be hardship and disappointment: I am grateful for the awakening,

The experience of what it means to live without wisdom, for someone’s else,

And lose yourself:  Yet, I appreciate the lesson that taught me to value the sacredness

Of one’s temple, life discipline, has taught me well!!

Empress Journee

* Samuel Arnold and James Hook/Rudyard Kipling