Namaste' !!!

Eye'm so Grateful for all Who have taken Your time to share You, Your spiritual strengths, seekings, & connections with me. Eye have implanted Myself... on my all too-long awaited endeavor, to follow My passions of growth & upRising of mySelf. .....My Art, Poetic Expressions, & Spirit.... they express All things from withIn..... (As eye began to allow MySelf to see again through "Spirit"- Eye've awakened & been freed, again!!!) Connected to One Creator, Creatress, Lover & Guidess off All & All Necessary..... of All=Being......Of All Created & suppressed. Eye pray that as eye grow, you will also, & that You may gain consciousness, Insight, love, peace, growth & light, in Our space... Here at Urth & Earth & In Your lives.....
Peace, Light, Love & Wisdom

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Untitled Muse


...... taken to dimensions fiercccce, scary... anew....

that ugly, beautiful authenticity, you've run from, due to heartache, confusions.....that life of the blues.....

..... that growth required in leaving the past,

.....continuing despite All, in wisdom, growing inTwo,
because, you recognize you're royalty, when you're at The Root
& grow from the spuds of reality & hidden truths.....

At Last.....



~ (c) Urth Eagle


When mere survival & melancholy have lasted too long,
that unconsciously, numbness has taken a mental, bed-rotting home,

& you anticipate the next disaster rise,
experiencing repetitively,
another father's heart demise,
their baby was taken before her (his) time,
& Mama quenches unspoken wisdom, womb-deep inside,
embracing a pain, She could never hide,

now an impassive, emotional soulset of days, that have turned weeks, into months,
passing you by,
death after death,
days are passing you by,
clogged tear ducts,
you just look and sigh….
for death's stench has become a familiar insomnia…..

….another dead job, today.
dead love's instant replay.
death, now, is the stench of morning's rise and midnights falls….
not her, she was my friend.
dead. friend.

another …
his innocent, brown baby,
her precious, black brother,
his creator. mother.
our nubian sister….

daddys…. gone…. way too soon….
continuously, you slip into a helpless doom….
while, wonder, is the unanswerable nightmare possessing you,
contemplating, second by second,
on this hell we're living in …..
& my people still can't see,
our division, are the chains,
‘regardless’ of how high, up it,
you think you've climbed....
You will always be you.
which is beyond good enough,
yet has never been enough,
for those, that hold your tongue by the reigns….
“Unity” has forever & all-ways will be the key

~Urth Eagle
© LeTisha.Woods.Bowie 3/2016