Today is June 17. Two months have passed. The ritual is not complete.
Stop asking me what I’m doing. Stop telling me I need to do something. What is doing? Aren’t I breathing; isn’t that’s doing? I wrote these words you’re reading; isn’t that doing? Today my answer is the same as tomorrow. I am nothing. I am no one. What’s the point in asking, can’t you see for yourself. Do me a favour and forget about it. If you want to know what I’m doing, or for that matter, how I’m doing, just use your imagination. Yes, I’m satisfied with myself. If that’s not okay with you, then I’m sorry, you have a big problem on your hands.
Just release it and I’ll share a secret with you. Steele and I had this sacred agreement. When one of us were to die, the living person would have to commence the Ritual of the Middle Passage; starting the day of the person’s transition, continuing for a gestation cycle, culminating on a full moon.
It’s a very elaborate ritual, but we are forbidden from disclosing the rites of passage, and at the culmination ceremony we have to burn the sacred scroll containing the ancient tradition. To you it may look like I am doing nothing, but to me, there is a mystical plan revealing itself each time I unravel the scroll and gain new insight.
So in the words of Ayo. : “Step back. Stay away from me. Can’t you respect that I only need my peace… There are certain things we don’t need to talk about. The silence in between will let you know what I mean.”
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Ayo. – “Piece of Joy”