Spiritual Growth

I sit idly by the stream, where I had forgotten the tulips planted in Fall. I sat by the waterside, outstretched in sunshine. I sat there and I enjoyed my fried eskoveitch fish with bammy, ackee and saltfish running down my chin.
I bathed in tulips, having a Jamaican moment in the red hills of Georgia. I dream this countryside, many countrysides. Today, I dream just two humble beauties. Way down in Georgia, mi nyam til mi belly full. Giving thanks.


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