Rice & Pepper
Fruit & Milk
My soul smells honey
My spirit sees the honeycomb
My music is a compilation of art
On spirit canvas
And soul synthesis
I breathe dance
I live power
I desire submission.
My arm tread through salt waters reflecting the ease of my personality
But the power of my everyday plow
Through the trudge of life
I ooze loveliness.
My words drip with kindness
My heart overflows with blood of poets
And the scream of ancient ancestors
My beauty testifies the same witness.
The fire of Rachel.
The simplicity of solitude and storytellers is my discernment of such a name.
And yet it represents beauty.
It represents Jesus.
My body yodels in restoration and entices souls to remember Eve in Eden.
Children running through green grass
And double daring the double darers to do something fun!
So do you.
Do what you do but watch my shoes.
My heart patiently waits to be held, adorned caressed and loved by a man covered in humanity.
Who somehow absorbs the beauty of God
Who has large capacities to hold living streams of water that flow from God’s Palm
Through unseen discernment
I nudge with my heart to one day absorb through my skin
Life risen above
Euphoric Eutopias of destiny
Tears of little
Prayers of much
Still to dream greater dreams
My soul can’t be put in a box
And the contents of Rachel Joi Udeh- Jackson
CANNOT be clearly defined
Because they magnify such a bright light
Whiter than the sun’s yellow tint rays.
She can only be admired & enjoyed by the less blind.