“Awareness without action is like sun with no breeze, it is upon you to facilitate life with ease. And although trees require photosynthesis, they, too, wither if they do not breathe.”

-Zisa Aziza

Energy is a pheromone sensed by the soul.

Zisa Aziza

“Will You Ever Smoke Again?” 

If I have learned the recipe for my healing, Why would I change the ingredients? 

The requisite for well-being is obedience.

“Do not concede possibility; Assert your curiosity.”

-Zisa Aziza

May my body be a safe home for the evolution of my soul.

Zisa Aziza

Conditions

If by knowing you:

A demand is that I set aside clarity for a fog, Or trade harmony for the demagog

I will go analog and burn the memory of you like winter’s log

Albeit

When the scapegoat becomes a black sheep, how somber the weep.

When evil sharpens your wings, you pierce the sky and to the divine your destiny clings.

When you thrash in the waters of your sunken soul, in stillness, you remember this is how you become whole.

Although we make love to a necrotic economic system, such as capitalism, we wonder why depression stalks the ingenuity of our society.

Zisa Aziza

I have been placing temporal bandages upon spiritual injuries, and misinterpreting my cosmic mysteries. As I peel this self-discovery, I am inebriated by sipping from divine distilleries.

Zisa Aziza

Ornate

I am no one’s keeper:

As a Saturnian Disciple, I frolic in frequency, as a beholder.

In transcription, for the hertz, can YOU be a holder? 

As I am not a placeholder, but an alchemical policyholder. 

For those of us who embody the intersecting identities that society chooses to marginalize, sorrow and despondency become the riverbed within, where we learn how not to sink into our quiet cries —because there is no search party enlisted for our missing souls.

Zisa Aziza

Divine Favor

I’m a honeycomb, out of sight;

Cloaked by destiny, my nectar is the light.

Inquest

There are societal problems that mimic broken code. In the computer framework of reality, there are equations that are insolvable. Not because scarcity is a governing force. But because exploitation and capitalism are wedded until death. The mutations of revolution are cheap transformation that codify and pacify. But the ship that is earth seems bereft. As she reluctantly capsizes, in accordance with her evolution, she surrenders life to its own spiritual transcendence and divine resolution.

Black women live and die with chronic health issues because the medical industrial complex encourages self-neglect, by literally incentivizing it through mechanisms of misogynoir and dehumanization. As I twiddle my fingers, and rage at the bodily pain that necessitates that I engage with the MIC, I am saddled with grief as distinct as atmospheric rivers. Nonetheless, I’ll tow and row this boat of a skin vessel towards salvation.

Zisa Aziza

Spell: 020 

Same plantation, different designation; Transcendence will be the desired resignation. 

Spiral

You can’t appreciate the abyss, Until you taste the expanse.

Your soul a tongue, Upon which awe dissolves.

Despair resolves, And joy evolves.