questioneverythingevenyourself

it has been awhile since I wrote
a whole season of saturnalia, christmas, lights, food and yet, no parang
the trini christmas this year was down, dour and somber
but we lacked for nothing
and have some elegant lovely pictures of my 155lb self

in any case, i have cause today to remember a line of an old signature poem i wrote a long time ago: 1993./
i shared it on fb, and thought it fitting and appropriate that it be my 2012 first insert.
so much time and experience has past and the words are as timely as if I just wrote it

Pursuit

Pursuit

What season is this that I travel through

where paths are absent and evidence of

my friend’s knowledge nascent?

Fellow travelers ne’er do I see

nor wanderers lost on their way,

but a few who feign what really they seek.

My Guide: An inner beat of light and strength:

For to know of self has no rest.

The Path: One of solitude and thought, perseverance and determination.

For everywhere are vultures of mediocrity,

And the measures of a base life.

But for me, my GodSelf guides, through darkness, thickets, weeds and strife.

To light: Upwards, onwards and inwards, where God bathes us the few in grace,

love and spiritual food. To this I strive, this and intent.

Not to exist merely, but rendering a chance for God to touch my head.

But neither does my life end there.

For everyday is a testament to the freedom of my people.

My convictions must be obvious by the way I walk, the way I talk,

the way I look at them with eyes bright,

And the way I do them with a steady mind.

For not yet have I been afforded a life of free existence,

but have been handed down the legacy of struggle.

In all its definitions.

To make a contribution to peace, justice, acceptance,

independence, equality, restitution and respect.

My knowledge, privilege, and blessings are all owed to them.

Always has been....

Always will be...

Until the end.

Melise D. Huggins (10/30/93)

Happy New Year 2012
a time of enlightenment, truth and revelation