POEM: BREATHE by Cornelius Phillip

BREATHE – Cornelius Phillip

His breath was poured into the very being of his image and likeness.

Born to live, move, coexist side by side bring part of this kaleidoscope of his master pieces.

Fashioned uniquely, beautifully dispersed globally…

Matters not how wide your Smile,

How tasty your CULTURE,

How SUMPTUOUS your diversity and universality.

Experiences have shaped many a reality of  us all who call this Gorgeous home from expanse to expanse..

To the various sound instruments we all dance, although uniquely different

You know we were born to coexist and dance together on that tapestry called life….

We were born to be free to make our innermost beauty move hearts, no matter race or place.

No doubt our ancestors fought for the protection of the human sacred ability to breathe, and breathe free.

Now that the echoes of I can’t breathe are resounding on the celestial heights.

It’s wings out stretch like an eagle that signals the break of new and life giving light.

Tis the battle cry of the most well crafted work of art that walks with a purpose to remind those in the mansion of forgetfulness that IT MATTERS to be human and the one who spoke to the ground, I can’t breathe is and will forever be God’s work of art…

Such lovely and soothing roar of the ocean of those matching, those singing, those letting their deep seated emotions show in ways never seen n lived before..

Brings some much needed hope to the hopeless.

Some courage to the despondent of heart and  soul so forward together they unitedly press on.

When the lifter of my soul causes me, although locked up within the confinement of this virus…

One bigger virus has been crushed in one voice enough is enough..

Freedom is ringing

The world is singing..

Things are changing

Now I Can breathe

Mother earth can breathe.

And every creed and race shall continue to live harmoniously and breathe, breathe, breathe.