In retrospect, some of the females I’ve befriended or fucked around with, especially in the past year, have never really deserved any of my time. I’ve just been reaching out to too many (not just physically) sub-par, low-quality broads and giving them the attention that should be reserved for excellence. But even after gaining that, I should be putting more work into improving myself before getting distracted by anyone else’s feelings. Single-mindedness. And if that’s selfish of me, then so be it. 48 laws of power back in effect.
Blind men and the elephant
Just some philosophical musings on opposites.
You’ve really changed me. Before we connected, I was a natural fire sign: unhindered and self-sufficient, but also too impatient. I’d cycle through friends and lovers too soon to appreciate what I had. Impulsively adding or subtracting from my cyph, with an emphasis on that “nothing ventured, nothing gained” mentality. Always expanding or contracting, but never taking the time to be still and smell the flowers. Yet somehow, you’ve managed to bring out that higher type of wisdom in me.
I now observe with added clarity and speak with more constraint. You’re the first one I’ve met willing to submit enough to my dominant nature in a way that’s shown me self-control and awareness, and you’ve taught me to stop overanalyzing life and to live in the moment. I could have figured it all out on my own, but I have a feeling that I’d only scratch the surface. After all, I’m a jack of all trades, but a master of none.
And to believe I thought I was the only one who dropped jewels in this relationship. Salaam.
wrote this on some wisdom body shit
People on here seek to share more than they wish to create. I’m sure none of your heads are completely filled with words and pictures reblogged from other people, you shark ass niggas. There must be room for your own thoughts and creativity somewhere in there. Keep a balance and come correct breh.
Women are not equal to men, and men are not equal to women. We are not the same, just as yin and yang are not the same. Yin is yin and yang is yang. Of course we are “equal” parts of the bigger 360º, but biologically, we are simply separate pieces wired together differently. And the understanding of that is the equilibrium.
Too many get caught up in trying to hold one over the other. Please chill.
the second biggest problem i have in relationships (the first being my need for privacy) is reflecting my understanding of balance to my lovers. in order to maintain harmony, i seek to balance relationships with friendships, my intellectual side with my emotional capacity, and the rational with the romantic.
feelings get caught quick when this simple idea is misunderstood.
in the past week i’ve:
- met a new lady under the full moon
- made peace with severed ties
- became the president of bsu
- finished my first year of college
- hugged angela davis
- attained sight beyond sight
and i’m sure the best is yet to come. i’ve learned to be content with what i have, while still striving for excellence. perfect balance type shit, with no need to fight against allah’s will/the tao.
“Set yourself in heaven at once!”
men lust with their eyes, but women lust with their ears.
i’m going to meet miss angela davis today. she’s hosting a discussion on the ills of the prison industrial complex, which happens to be one of my biggest interests, and possibly what i will be devoting the latter half of my life to.
my body is ready.
advance and make moves in order to maintain, otherwise reality will put you in check. you can never stand still for too long.
while the mind is limitless and and the soul is eternal, the body is merely finite. if i am blessed with one, refusing to purify it through sawm (the fasting of food, sex, money, and even words) or nourishing it with filth like pork or dead birds is detrimental to the physical, throwing off it’s balance with the mental and spiritual. the body is like kingdom, and it’s ruler must maintain it righteously.
study islam/peace, seek ummah/unity.
nas’ last verse on book of rhymes though. real personal.
“i’m jealous of you. how come you so beautiful? smelling fresh,
youthful, intelligent while i’m stressin’ and shit
ayo, i envy you cause all you do is smile and things come your way
such an innocent child, is what some say
i get upset cause i just want to be treated the way you are
like a star not a worry in the world thus far
but wait a minute, we both need your mother’s attention
i must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant
i’ve came unto the understanding that to truly refine my mind, i must refine my body with it. this type of discipline is a means to an end. it’s like that jewel my catholic mother gave me in the form of a psalm: “you will eat the fruit of your labor; blessings and prosperity will be yours.”
reading -> calisthenics -> heavy meditation, with music as the transition. my means to an end.
i bought the album digitally as soon as i heard of it, but i chose to wait until i had a clear head to spin to Blu’s newest project, Give Me My Flowers While I Can Smell Them, and it couldn’t have hit me at a better time.
delayed gratification at it’s finest.