A lot of people consider this week, “Love Week”, and to kick it off, I asked my friend Kwami to guest post on Mama Knows It All. He has a young daughter, and his love for her is so inspiring that I had to share. He shared a poem with me that he wrote for this daughter, Kalyanii (Ladybug) to celebrate her birth, and he is allowing me to share it here. Enjoy!
A ladybug flew through the twelfth house and landed on my phalange. She held on to it for dear life, for she knew that we now have a common purpose. She is an incarnate warrior princess who survived the rush of the late winter waters unable to be further held back by the levee that broke shortly after the rise of the morningstar. She had been coming forth by day and by night for nine moon cycles now, on her journey to fill the crux of my core and let it overflow.
As autochthonous hemoglobins dotted with colossal melaninated ancestral memories stream throughout the channels of the new temple to which she has been assigned, this ladybug grabbed my index finger with a fractal of the energy exerted to push her before the spotlight of life that has already been equally reflected through the little windows of her ever present soul. In this, her latest assignment, she is christ to me first, she is disciple to me last. And, I now consciously listen twice as much as I talk.
I am a god bowing before this precious little ladybug goddess who is destined to provide my complete essence with the health, education, and welfare that it requires. As above, so below. And, as the tears run down my cheek like double-edged swords that cut both ways, I pray the humble hymn of this hearty harvest and say “AMEN!”, followed by the dual udjats of my elder self wide open to see that the end of the word “storm” does not punctuate the last sentence when there are all the places that we still have yet to go. Our story is incomplete. May this young luminosity (like the kidney I inadvertently donated with both eyes wide shut) purify my blood. May she also reestablish my disposition, completely restoring my soul to its rightful throne next to hers.
This ladybug sprang forward to equalize my nights with the lucent brilliance of a just realized live seed embedded in the fertile depths to report on the unsafe war going on in the innermost sanctum, but instead delivered a radiant flower 70 day-hours sooner.
The ladybug landing widened and rebooted the fragmented programming of my narrowly ruled spiral-bound revolution, complete with its five elemental subjects and pockets for collecting pilgrimage rocks. It has begun yet again.
“A Ladybug Landed (Kalyanii’s Welcome Poem)” by Iapetus, the ‘Pataphysicist of Spoken Word is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License