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Have you ever felt like you know something about yourself intrinsically but didn’t know it on a conscious level? Then one day, a day like the many that have come and gone, you have a self-realized moment. In that moment, it is like someone switched the light on and a revelation fell from the sky. The revelation seems familiar; it isn’t entirely foreign to you because it is a part of you. A part of you that has been lost and patiently waiting for you to pick it up from where you dropped it off for safekeeping.
Well, I had that moment just recently. I was sitting out on my front porch swing listening to the morning’s birdsong and watching God paint the cloud-puffed sky in hues of red, yellow, orange, and blue. As I sat there breathing in His creation, I realized that I had found myself again. I felt who I am had come back to life. In that moment, I searched my soul, trying to remember the last time I felt like me. I traveled back months, then years. It wasn’t pandemic-related, so I kept moving back. When my mental time travel was complete, I had landed in the year 2013. I hadn’t realized that I’d been lost to myself for so long. Not really lost because she had been sitting here on this porch swing all these years patiently waiting for me to pick her up. Like Janie, from Their Eyes Were Watching God”, I’d placed myself on a shelf for safekeeping. Back in 2013, my spirit must have known that for the next eight years I was gonna go through some things, and for safekeeping, she sent my soul here to sabbatical on this porch swing until we were ready to meet again.
Now, I didn’t walk this road of rediscovery alone. God had a plan, and he placed someone on my path to remind me where I’d sent my soul to rest. As I walked down the path of rediscovery, I wandered into the Metaverse. While in the Metaverse, I ran into its caretaker ― a Mette, pronounced “Meta”.
Have you ever met a Mette?
She is like soul-skin (African-Americanized from the Danish word solskin, meaning ‘sunshine’)! You see, soul-skin embraces you with warmth and encapsulates your heart with kindness. Leaving your soul yearning to bask in the purity of her essence. She is sun and light and love, all wrapped up in one being. Who could have birthed a beautiful soul such as this?
To this Giver of Life,
Thank you for pouring warmth and kindness and goodness and light and love and sunshine into the precious vessel that God entrusted you with, that she could bring light into the world. More notably, my world! Her light shone on a part of me that I had forgotten. Unwittingly, she watered and cultivated that long-lost seed inside of my soul and resurrected that little girl inside that I had hidden for self-preservation.
To my Soul-Skin,
Thank you for shining your refractive light into the depths of my soul, lighting the pathway back to that little girl lost. Whether you be a part of my life for a season, for a lifetime, forever or a year, I will always be grateful that God chose you to light my way back to me. You will be forever…
My Soul Sister,
My Kindred,
My Ven,
My Solskin,
My Soul-Skin!
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At night while we sleep Our souls secretly meet And dance in the glow Of Eternity. We stand in the realm Where angles trod And ne're a word be spoken For you and I together Are one heart, One mind, One soul. A singularity exists — We are Unified and whole. In our wholeness, Love grows radiantly Wild and free. As it traverses between, In and around us We are cocooned In its wonder; Basking in the splendor Of its warmth As we dance in the glow Of Eternity. Simona A. Brinson
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Are my sins beyond forgiveness My character beyond hope Maybe I can seek forgiveness From the Catholic pope Or maybe if I pray While on bended knee The Lord will hear my call And set this captive free Simona A. Brinson
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I am no fraud I am authentically me Yesterday Today And tomorrow I will not change To suit your fancy Or bend to your Whines or your moans Don't call me friend And then tail-tuck And run When you don't agree With things that I say If that be friendship I'd rather be friendless Why plant my goodness On unfertile ground Or cast my pearls Upon swine I have not the inclination Nor do I have the time To cultivate barren land I am no fraud I am authentically me Yesterday Today And tomorrow So, take your Faux-friendship And leave Simona A. Brinson
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My soul yearns For your return Because you are Soul of my soul Without you here Life is bitter-cold In the next life I will search And I will seek Stand upon Mountain peaks For you are Soul of my soul And my heart Cannot mend Until I find You again Simona A. Brinson
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You are not Barnum or Bailey And I am not a circus You cannot parade me around For people to see me with you Though I am a fine specimen I am not an animal on display I will not prance or preen At your pleasure Nor for the voyeur's eye to see I only prance and preen At my leisure Simona A. Brinson
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separate you from me
though death may
I know that there
will come a day
when I will again
see your face
and I'll remember you
cause time can't erase
the beauty
of your soul
you are heart of my heart
the other half of my whole
though death may
separate you from me
our love lingers
still, in continuity
no matter the space
or the time
I will always be yours
and you will always be mine
Simona A. Brinson
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The soul of my soul Has flown away My soul now wanders Night and day She drifts in And out of time Hoping that she Might by chance find Or even see A glint of his shine Maybe then she may Cease to pine For the soul of her soul And heart of her heart Maybe that's when The healing starts Simona A. Brinson
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