Today

Today I come before you to put you first.
This is not about me.
I’m fine… no lie…
regardless of difficulties and struggles
I’m really handsome under this beard.
I hope you laughed.
I will good cheer your way.
May it channel into enthusiasm.
May no task be a chore.
May your heart sing along to its every beat.
May your vibrant eyes and smile open doors.
May you stand in your truth…
fearless and respected.
May all who will you ill
learn the error of their ways… forthwith.
May we all be more forthright
so as not to waste so much of our time
in confusion.
May your path be more clear for you.
May you know yourself and love when you feel it.
May your moments of doubt be few and far between
and unfounded.
Look… Thrive.
You are deserving of all the blessings
that the divine can muster.
Know that.
Walk in that knowledge.
Walk in your light.
Asé.

Today

~ Daiikiru Maximillion™
©Errol Percival Jr. 2021

Master Tongue.

Freudian slips and poisonous lips.
People tell on themselves and think you don’t know shit.
Loosely introduce me.
Don’t tie me to your ship.
Matter of fact no intro necessary.
Direct line to divine no intermediary.
I love you though.
I’ll keep that fresh in heart and thought
so I don’t forget when I regard your walk
as leading away from what sparks the art and it’s elevation i.e. the move to drive from park.
There’s really no need to hawk the ark.
Nature moves in grand procession to what is “destined”.
All is and was destined after the fact.
Once you think or act you cannot take it back.
It is indelibly imprinted… in the Akasha…
Even stones can be cracked up… and may return to dust.
So nothing can compare to what is written in us.
Que te pasa?
DNA Mufasa… Jaffe Joffer…  Shiva’s Jata.
Verses and Katas. Perfection practice…
Prim and proper.
Comparison… addition division… makes some average… Makes some imitators and imposters… Makes some savage…
to excuse savagery of the “civilized”.
Drapetomania vaccine… spirituality sincretized… Catholicism… 
Wool over eyes…
Wool over eyes…
Lamb chops on the shepherds plate…
Fools are the wise.
Fools are the wise.
In due season and time.
Saying it twice doesn’t make it right.
Saying it thrice might make it arrive.
Playing your cards right might make you arise.
Turning over the table might force setting “the game” aright.
Might is subject to consciousness and character.
Sycophants are just as bad as disparagers.
Be true; be free. Be your own masterer.
Asé
Dai-ikiru Akasha Maximillion
(Errol “Moxie” Percival Jr.)