Sekou Sundiata is gone from us...

Sekou Sundiata, an American griot, poet, performance artist and dreamer has died. I didn't know much about him or get the chance to see any of his pieces. And yet I got my hands on a piece of one of his latest works, 51st (dream) state. He actually passed on my birthday and somehow I believe I was meant to read these words and accept his offering. What a blessed gift...

(excerpt from 51st (dream) state by sekou sundiata)
What if we were Life
Or Liberty
Or the Pursuit of something new?
Between the rocks below
and the stars above
What if we were composed by Love?

And what if we could show
that what we dream is deeper than what we know?
Suppose if something does not live
in the world
that we long to see
then we make it ourselves
as we want it to be

What if we are Life
Or Liberty
and the Pursuit of something new?

And suppose the beautiful answer
asks the more beautiful question,
Why don't we get our hopes up too high?
What don't we get our hopes up to high?
High!

Rest in peace Sekou, you beautiful cosmic star.