Never Too Late

Lest our feet stray from the places our God where we met thee

Lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world we forget thee

Shadowed beneath thy hand

May we forever stand 

True to our God

True to our native land

This is what it should be...shouldn't it? Shouldn't it be my space to do this?

Shouldn't it be the opportunity given IN space, FOR space to receive this; what I have to give!?

It is what I, and no one else has to offer at this VERY moment. In this very calculated moment that connects science, and spirituality, and mathematics; divine and digital. 

...and even now my cat keeps stepping on my keyboard, not randomly on the number lock key. Making it harder for someone out there to decode the transcription I'm delivering. 

This is history all in itself. This is engraved onto time. Because when I stop and ask myself, could it be?....

...yea, it could. 

Cuz time is like....cloaked down over us. It is like the skin of the sky. And we are simply inside

the blood flowing inside 

the veins that flow through

the muscles that are underneath

...that skin.

So then this is like a tattoo inked into that skin.

Oh it's cold too nigga! That mugs got a dragon on it, and flames and shit, and a lion, and it's like covering the whole arm n shit...But wait, now there's an arm? That would imply there being some kind of BODY.  

OHHHH!!!! So there's somethin' bigger then huh? You gonna give me the whole

" There's something greater out there. Something deeper man, yea..." speech? Is that what you're gonna give me??

Nah. 

I'm just gon' tell you to keep your nose open, and your eyes to the skies. And by that, I mean keep them open too. Whatcha see starin'at the ground anyways!?! Your iPhone ain't your ticket outta here. And I can bet you won't find it on the screen laying in the lap of your palm. Treat your hands better, they are beautiful machines. 

Wondalous. 

And most people won't recognize that the left and right are just as important. 

All that is to say...keep your hands clean...

...by which I mean, be right. But if you're wrong, at least have the decency to put some oils and fragrances on your wrist, and the dirt from under your nails for when I lift your hand to kiss you goodnight

All that in this moment. This moment. This moment. 

And every moment after that your mind lets you follow in the footsteps ablaze in the trail before it.

This is what I have, now. What I figured I'd offer you.