Professor Walidah Imarisha wrote: “Freedom Dreams don’t happen in Real Time.” I have pondered this aphorism in my heart and mind. Being able to sit in a moment and be connected to any time — whether it is yesterday’s joys and smiles, or tomorrow’s hopes for a peace of mind.
Sitting in the writer’s space, absorbing the vibrations passing over the membranes of my ear drums, the cosmic beat flowing through the words read aloud. Penetrating rays from the brain trust move between the people gather together to travel through space and time. Their writing shield protects their curiosity. We write in real time to exist in all times; we are not threatened by the prospects of growth as we nibble away at the lines of words served on the buffet table of our imaginations.
Today my head is packed with wild words roaming the plains of my imagination; free and clear of the clutter piled between the memories and this moment here. The wild words that have yet to be tamed by the constructed rules of how to see or how to behave. Free flowing words mingled with the cosmic energy of this space. Words that have a linege of kindness from the remnants of stardust. This day my head and heart are packed with the wild words that roam the stellar spaces and the earthly field under the protected covers of hope and serenity.
I have found a way to smile when the sun is hidden behind their clouds. I have learned how to be quiet when everything around me becomes loud. | SLJ
"We write in real time to exist in all times..." One of several great lines in this piece.