Month: September 2025

seaSons

a time to die
a time for birth
a time for joy 
a time to cry

everything is a season
though nothing ever dies,
thought transforms reason 
right before our eyes, 
for death is the illusion 
of life in disguise. 

a time to die
a time for birth
a time for joy
a time to cry

a time for time,
to be here – now.

a time to smell,
to touch, to breath 
a time to look, 
to love, to leave.

a time to study
a time to teach,
to forget 
and remember,
a time to fast,
a time to feast,

to grasp and yield
a time for each.

by K. Osei

My lady returns

(Flora De Pota)

Did you miss me, my dear?
It is hard to say, whether miff or bliss, your correction reveals no favor, though it has been eight long years and my frailty has become apparent – even so, you replinish me. I’d almost forgotten how beautifully brutal you are but you remind me with every expulsion, that true peace and freedom is not without sacrifice.  Through pain, you resolve my pain. You restore my vision, that I may marvel at your glory. My breath moves without obstruction and I chase your aroma once more. 

My love, did you miss me? Your abode was not as before. Was it mercy or apathy? With  pure heart you purify all who partake. I see you have aged as well, a wrinkle in form, your manners remain the same. You humble  me and I am weakened. 

 Just as I am about to fold, you subside.

Shall we ever meet again? “If there is need – but know, time does not favor your weakness. My nature is not gentle. You must keep my words.”  

I have missed you, my fettle.

I must rest now, you leave me exhausted. Tomorrow I shall be exalted as before

by K. Osei

suSpenDed grAtitude

what is left  beyond thank you
to bowl my heart and lower my head
i AM – and I am here, i am now
once blind, now i see
I am thankful

to see without drag
but how can i be thankful without gratitude
unless i am able to know

there is no desire in silence
without fear there is no lack
i am He who creates
who designates
i am the first cause
all that follows is reflection
how can I fear myself

i am divided a million times
but still, it is i
there is none greater, and yet, nothing lower
every longing fulfilled – even those in absence.

completion is presence

Hallelujah!

now is the acceptable time
Oh’ the weight of gratitude unexpressed and how heavy the heart latent with joy, a million streams of utterance, yet there is no relief from such endless source of rapture. It is not you but i, that I sing.
what is left beyond thank you.

by K. Osei