Tope Adenle's Blog

  On the side where the hips won’t complain Looking into the past that begins on the surface of a wall   Eyes closed, Mind open Visiting memories, no pattern, just a journey     A collection of recollections But it’s not a dream

  The universe has it laid out if we think about the past before the present The experience is vivid If we allow our mind to reflect on it The sequence is clear if we connect the lines on our dossier That, which we are looking for, is there if we allow our energy to trust our surrounding The future is the mind, the hands, and the heart connection manifesting Time is missing, yes, check your sequence

Cords of water, released from fragile envelopes The sun has filled out a prescription The blessings that first come with A belief only those before the second can explain The rain is now dry, and our deeds have overtaken the smell of the earth It’s back to the beginning, the envelope is seeking its refill The sun is writing a new prescription Patiently, we wait for nature’s course For a journey that started before time was set But we wait Because those that came before the third called it a season But wait we must Does the sun write slow? Its time for those after the previous, to explain But their language is loose Those with the gift of indenting have their tongues tied But wait we must Maybe we were not waiting all along, it was happening, but we caught on too slow The truth, THE SUN WRITES BACKWARDS