thats why I sit in my cocoon and bloom…

By tdf, July 17, 2016

My world is one of consistent confusion. Not of others but myself. There is no-one I know who I fail to make sense of. Not because I am a wise man, but due to the roll of the dice of destiny which branded my essence with a curse or blessing of intense sensitivity, or perhaps it was the planets? The branding of vivid feeling and sense of self to rule beyond all else, unable to listen to any reason supplied by psyche, mind, or even spirit, drive…is brutally clear in my unaspected Jupiter and Venus. And that 12th house chaos and intensity is another obvious branding. Am I, whatever the I is, a collection of feelings, thoughts, sensations, instincts and whatever we are aware of and connected to of the global togetherness, planetary balance, universal glow…this I seems different to others, as I can sincerely say of everyone I love, and this I is described in the ancient realm translation of the poetry of the planets in our solar system.

This I….

the reason I make moves to lose and escape myself, is always because I have found my self, and my place in the world and refused to accept this as my reality. For it cannot be true. It cannot be all there is. Sparrows are too happy in their chirping and dancing in the air, the branches and leaves find too obvious harmony with the wind, the waves of the ocean flow through me and around me, all with such contentfulness…which I cannot find yet sense.

Saul Williams should have been born a majestic sequoia. Yet a mistake was made and he found himself awakened to humanity. And has since listened, learned, studied, traveled, forged enough reckoning of the world to then roar, always naked, wild and FREE. There is no sex, no war, no politics, no playing to any crowd, there is solely his naked essence powerfully poured into word and sound.

He does not speak of the spirit of the wilderness. He IS that spirit, that wilderness. A totem, a tribal leader, through which I mean that he clearly has an idea of tribe, which is not black or white or yellow, Saul cannot help but transcend our petty squabbles, our cynical conniving, our grasping of morals as it suits and presents us on social media. He means what he says…