This week my thoughts and emotions were consumed by my second poetry performance. The excellence I bring to all forms of my work, I also bring to all forms of my art.
I often don’t realise how much head space a performance has taken up until the release, which is after the performance. I did a mild fast again — this time only the day of — to tap into an eternal clarity.
Honestly, I think I’m still somewhere else mentally with my next performance in 3 days … So, all I want to share this week is an organisation near and dear to my heart.
Every Thursday, they cook really delicious food together, including vegetarian options, and bring it to the homeless on the streets. There’s no catch with helping hands like this — just the art of hoping and giving.
If you have a moment, please donate to Fundação E. J. Santos.
And be sure to check out my other forms of expression at www.feliciaiyamu.com
Be Free
A meet a monk,
Adorned in orange and red.
I shake her hand and say, “What do you see?”
“Me”
I ask, “What do you see?”
She says, “Me.”
I ask, “What do you see?”
She says, “Being ... free.”