T’nesha

I have been committed to experiencing nuance and complexity with my heart and spirit more, and my mind less.

I expressed tongues which is strange because I did not find myself at a Pentecostal pulpit but across the altar that is my bedroom floor I asked my benevolent ancestors to hold and secure that I was god (was supposed to say “good” but typed this instead – kept the typo) I was scared because I didn't know this possible outside of church furthermore I have grown hesitant of calling in of a spirit(s) that go nameless and unknown to me of their relationship to benevolence I said stay if you are good and release me if you aren't the silent tongues stopped but the o-p-e-n channel stayed