Thank you for giving me your last dance.
Sorry Boo,
Daddy intended to upload this on Wednesday. The actual day of the week.
Yes Mam, I am really - really Motivated. So, to honor you in a manner that observers may easily read the words around the 'HourGlass' in the sands of time. I am posting the prose here.
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Two Years Ago ~~ We Danced
Phases of the moon and the day of the week, rather than the date of the year govern time. The Latin word Kalandae, referred to by Romans as calends, designated the 1st days after a new moon when bills were due. Soon Roman Emperor's disfavor to honor the cycles of Nature became true. One tradition, Judaic 'Christians' managed to preserve, Easter, which is always embraced with verve, after the first full moon of spring, is observed.
The season of Aton's returns remains with us still, as Ra embarks a radiant heavenly trek to remove winter's chill. Bathing the Earth in the divine warmth of Life & Love sunbeams that turns snow to showers to give birth to flowers.
So, it is fitting that on this Wednesday, rather than the actual calendar date, that the moon reckons the face of time, of the Soul incarnate, whom I am privileged to honor as Tekau Turiya Rasayon comes to mind.
My Dear Wonderful Daughter, with an Impeccable SMILE & a Heart to Grand for flesh. I am told; she gracefully turned around, as she fell to the ground - chanting a humming sound.
On the 28th of March 2012, she elevated & ascended from & among us, on the First Wednesday of spring, between 14:00hrs & 14:45hrs, as my person peeked at her pupils dilated & fixed, shocked, lamenting & cursing of how dare the divine order offer "my child" this Bull called eternal peace. And for a brief moment, I whispered in her ear, its OK Boo - Daddy 'gon stop trippin' - before a final Mantra of release. I felt the warmth of her spark cool, as her temple rest limp in my arms, in Southern Maryland's Hospital ER. Within seconds, I rubbed my oil on her sternum mixed with my tears, helplessly pleading -- that who touched her next, treat her like divine eyes were near.
Tekau, I Salute You!!! I honor you!!! I Thank You!! for giving me, the most prized gift & illusion in the known Universe, the right to be recognized as your father first.
For 17 years & 88 days, Tekau, you allowed me to believe, feel and Think that I was your father. The Parent, The Moor, a melanin-dominant hue-man & the arrogance of a doctor covertly rehearsing tapes in my mind - scenarios of her scripts - "now Daddy - when I get a 'boy-friend' ... don't scare him ... trip him out . . ." with that SMILE that could turn the darkest sea & murkiest water to a glistening Oasis --
Realize, no man - woman or child knoweth the hour - when your True Father, calls you home.
Beloved child, do you know - the depth - the abyss - of how I miss you? Yet, I know, you are not alone.
So, in those moments of privacy - I continue our dance, at times in tears. --- It is for certain that I will always
dance with you, caressing your picture to my chest, until I too - am laid to rest ~
Know then, that none among us controls the sands of time, for the rhythm of life answers only - to the Divine.