Only Masterpieces Can Create Masterpieces - Two Year Young Egypt

Only Masterpieces Can Create Masterpieces

You must first be great to produce greatness. From mediocre you receive mediocracy. To be great is an ongoing journey—no Man, no Woman possesses a beginning or an end to his or her greatness. Greatness is to be assumed, owned and managed continually. You are by divine creation great. It is only when you decide to stop striving to be greater than your yesteryou that you begin to dress your own self in robes of mediocracy. There is no end to the levels of greatness one can achieve either—there is only stagnation.

You are indeed great my Loves!

—♥E

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This sh¡t ain’t kashér and you know it…

Vows are not made to be broken…

but—we are humans, fickle creatures…we break them. Some we break unintentionally, some we break to save, as if it needs saving, grace…and some we break simply to keep from having to reveal our demons to none other than ourselves. I broke a vow I made to you, because of the latter—I simply could not be transparent with you, so I hid from you…but only the part of you that reflected me…I hid from your eyes, and yet your hearts still beat in my chest.

Even in hiding, I could not escape the sound. I could not stop my feet from dancing to those beats you conjured—and though, my mind still raced as brilliantly as a million thoroughbred stallions, my spirit stalled out a time or two, and my body backfired…my bones cracked and ground bone on bone. I chipped a tooth. I stained a few. Part of me became so seemingly complete with the thoughts breathing as good mother Dickinson had, and part of me grew sick of dancing in my own eerie shadows, dropping baskets of treats from gloomy windows. Slowly,

hesitantly,

I set aside my peace pipe because I am learning time slows down much faster when it speeds up—like interdimensional travel, shifting, bending, transmuting from one black space to the next without the blinking of an eye. I am home again. Please allow me to rest my head upon your hearts once more.

Signed,

A Letter to Those Who Traveled this Wicked Path with I

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Journal #2

The Art of Vanishing

Life—as you and I know it exists to manifest a stronger, wiser, more righteous and refined YOU…allow life to love you.

Hide-n-go-seek with Uname [the four great winds]

Going away, disappearing from the visual conception of others near and far—I like to believe this is one of the most magnificent abilities of all living beings. Even trees and flowers and grasses have their own unique timing and ways of disappearing. When I ponder the absurdity of making such a statement I am instantly reminded of Grandmother Willow in our backyard whose hanging branches dance so lovely adorned in their ambient, almost florescent, green leaves during Wehe Ehimpe and Wehe Pima. Then Autumn rears her golden months and Mother’s leaves descend to meet the ever-forgiving ground—and although her branches still dance about the cool winds of Tañyi and the bitter winds of Wenani, one could stare from the height of her balcony covered in snow and almost miss Motha’s elegant shiftings. Yet, she never uproots herself, travels or relocates—but remains ever still and firm upon her square amongst a plethora of vanishing greens. Continue reading “Journal #2”

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I once hated the journey into the concrete jungle…

for many more reasons than one…traffic, smog, occupation—desk jobs and endless cubicles—the mere sight of brethern, sistern hidden beneath gifted mountains of old blankets, the birds cycling and swarming in a ball, a mass of polluted confusion…and then one day the skyscraper rising slowy but surely like a mirror into the troposhere above Light Street spoke to me—said this is why you landed here—like vapors, like flames, like OMs you know you, they, we, all will rise higher than the vibration of concrete.

 

—♥Egypt

 

 

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2018 Manifest

 

2018 the Year of Manifest

Each year we each embark on is always a year or something…either you fill in the blank, or you don’t, eh. Truth is often we do not fill in the blank, and we end our year with little to show because we neglected to establish a clear vision of all that we desired to see come to fruition. How much we neglected our past year will reveal its no or low hanging fruit come the dawn of the new year—our current year. Let this be the year you move and maneuver in such a way that you blink once and 2019 slows down to roll out a red carpet embroidered in golds and lined with silvers for You.

All that you do and neglect to do will matter, yet, not all that is done will transmute to matter, and still, nothing is ever truly wasted.

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Journal #1

The Art of Breaking

Your picture perfect tomorrow requires your shattered today.
You need to accept yourself broken, even in a zillion scattered pieces, before you can appreciate yourself mending, and finally whole.

Perspective — Pick Your Potion

The Religious will read these words and pull from them messages from their mighty and benevolent Provider/s. The Thinkers will find within the lines many shiftings of paradigms for their minds to navigate. The Spiritualists will draw from in between the lines spirit food to be devoured and expelled as good energy. The Scientists will analyze the elements and components—the inputs—of these streams of consciousness and find the necessary factors to devise their desired output. Continue reading “Journal #1”

Love Yourself Enough to Fear Nothing | #TeaspirationThursday

Love Yourself Enough to Fear Nothing | #TeaspirationThursday


There is nothing more precious than self-trust.

—Many days you will face fears, but in those times know that fear never derives from the fact that you cannot or will not. Fear derives only from the place of you have yet to.

Both Frank and I once shared common “fears”…the fears of pausing to catch our breath, taking water breaks during our marathons, and savoring the sweet smell of florals that run along the course of our respective life paths. Consequently, we often find ourselves crashing…pretty hard too, one after another and sometimes together. Yet, our true fear is never really the taking of breaks—no, that is fleshly, mental or secondary.

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This Ain't No Thursday Tea - #TeaspirationThursday

This ain’t no Thursday Tea, but it’s a #BrokeandBougie Saturday brew full of Teaspiration for my Weekenders | #PickYourPotion

Taurus: Motto—I have.


 

Your wealth is always abundant now, in all that you currently have—not in that which you seek to obtain.

Love, E²

The latter…the thoughts of a wife attempting to find places for all of her artsy high-end fashion purses, pocketbooks, totes, handbags and all of the other lavishly bougie thrift store finds from all of those lovely days when King was like…”Wanna go thrifting today?” *hands over cash* “Knock yourself out Queen.”

signed,

that girl in Nana’s hand-me-down sweater and Mom’s vintage bell bottoms, going ham at the Goodwill 50% off sale…

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