“Pieces of Me” collage art by Trinity (iii)
Teach me
Inner technologies
And circuit my mind
back to Source
Remind us
of how we arrived
dancing with light
And that
presence is key
towards the silent
pauses
we desperately
seek
Remind me
that love is the path
and not the dark familiar
we’ve fallen into
before
Wire my action
into divine alignment
And share the common signal To reach into broken soil
And birth dawn
Weave magma
Through rage
And tie it to the joy of this moment Remember
In the presence of myself,
I am both and one
Until I walk in the measure of
All that was before
Earth’s Orbit
Chaotic
Non-linear
So what am I?
Update my system and I churn the new soils From sunlight and moonshine
Remember
You have always been mine.
I must live my life now while time still allows Bridge me with the cycles
Cradle my fragmented magma
That will spill earth-side
Whether it be from tongue
Earth’s Orbit
Chaotic
Non-linear
So what am I?
Or ears, or nose
Remind me that
I will Speak.
Wire my action
Program my thoughts
In to divine aligning
Bridge me with the cycles
Towards a vision yet to be seen
Frequency through dimension
Sounds of matter
Pregnant with pollution
As I remember and observe,
I seek that I shape familiar shadows,
Transitioning flesh
Nurturing new dreams
When faith comes around I never feel alone Faith bring me closer to myself and Distance
If ancestors are meant to communicate The ancient language
Buried beneath my tongue
Then who will fix my mind towards my Inner compass
There are many pits
And beginnings
As I constantly discover myself
Even in lost time
The water is there waiting
When I write
I run backwards
To fetch my soul
Caught inside insulated
prayers
Seek the patterns of Spirit
Laced in
ancient language
floating
beneath
my tongue
And Rite myself awake
Never forgetting
the choreography
Of my grandmother’s hands Dancing across the rivers of pages
Calling me to
remember
Us.
When I write
My history rises to the surface And step beyond
Beckoning me to
Remember
Remember
Remember us.
When I write
I seek the patterns of Spirit
Laced in the eternal rhythms Beckoning me to remember us.
When I write
I remind my infant self
walk to crawl
within the measure
Stepping so delicately
Into divinity
Today I talked God’s Language Falling into the tensions of now I prayed for the memories
that keep me
forward
Trusting that everything
has been done
before
Materials of divine
Maps of our beginnings and ends
Remember the
technologies
Sweet child
Hiding in the hands she was born into familiar to the in-between seams forgotten in present absence
Yesterday I birthed a dream
That still bowed to death
in the eyes of fear
Miracle stepping with mistrust So I float instead
Called on Spirit to shape me
while weaving new memories Knowing that I must cross through to come together again
In the presence of myself,
I am both and one
If the sea is the sky
Then where in my depths
May heaven spill?
If small is big
Then this fractal mind
is cosmic
Re-member Me
Today I talked God’s Language Falling into the tensions of now I prayed for the memories
that keep me
Forward
Trusting that everything
has been done
Before
Remember
Call on Spirit to shape me
while weaving new memories
Knowing that I must cross through to come together again
Triniti (iii) is a critical Black Femme writer and memory worker rooted in Detroit, Michigan. Working creatively at the intersections of memory and care, she dreams of a more Erotic present and future and works with communities to re-member sacred cultural traditions lost within the wreckage of colonialism. Triniti is a member of Midnight Care Collective, a place-based Black Feminist collective that alchemizes art of all kinds to address human needs for belonging, interdependence, connection, and play.
