Sometimes
- Nazeelah Tippett, DM

 - Oct 30, 2020
 - 1 min read
 
Updated: Mar 3, 2021
From book In Rare Form
Sometimes
Sometimes others want to know
Why I vibe the way I vibe
Too anxious to ask
Afraid to know
So they wonder
Creating untrue apparitions
Calling this wrong or this right
I vibe the way I vibe
Because I see sound
And hear colors
I feel Spirit all around me
Through me
As me
I sometimes I go away to cosmic places
Sometimes I sit with brooks to hear them converse with the wind
Sometimes I remember Lemuria
As I wish for its age of harmony
I sometimes sleep
And other nights I don’t
3am I am wide awake
Because the Angels of Light keep me up
So I can hear the thunder clap
And the rains beat against the panes
Sometimes I be still
I vibe the way I vibe
Because I am a free Spirit



All of my poetry in my book entitled In Rare Form is about bits and pieces of my real life. Most of my life has been about others thinking they know who I am but not having a clue. This poem is about others who sense the light in me but don't understand the light or what its all about so they usually judge or dismiss the opportunity to get to know a true mystic, which I am. Peace Adonai