Wednesday, December 26, 2007

best..

OK,ITS BEEN A GREAT YEAR ESPECIALLY FOR US POETS OR ANYONE WHO CAN DROP GREAT AND AT THE SAME TIME LOVELY WORD.THERE ISN'T A LOT TO BE SAID ONLY THAT POETRY IN KENYA AND EAST AFRICA AS AWHOLE IS GROWING..
KUDOS TO ALL WHO SWEATED IT OUT IN THE MUSCLE AND BRAIN TO MAKE SURE THIS REVOLUTION GETS BETTER.
TO kwani,the kenyanpoet,c-quel,wapi..AND A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE WHO DID IT GOOD.
PAMOJA! WE PRAY AND HOPE 2008 BECOMES A BETTER YEAR FOR THIS MOVEMENT.
PEACE!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

REVOLUTION?

A few years ago we all lined up with our ID cards and election cards to "choose" or rather elect leaders we thought could pull this our country out of the melt- down it was wallowing in. See nobody could blame us if we did the right or the wrong because we were a bunch of invalids who were ready and desperate for anything that could cure us of the disease that was eating at us.
Whether we were shortchanged or not remains a matter of personal opinion,how I look at it might or might not be how you or she looks at it.Its all personal.
These two poems are about the flip side of our society after the "second(2002) revolution."

BETWEEN

ITS ONCE AGAIN THE SEASON OF MADNESS
BUT WHAT FILLS OUR HEARTS IS GLADNESS
SOMEONE SAID,"these politics of primitivity ought to be in the museum of antiquity as its where it belongs.."
SO ITS ONLY FAIR
THAT WE SHARE
AND UNLEASH WITH THE GREATEST OF MENTAL FLAIR
WHAT ACHES IN OUR INSIDE
IN A WAY SO THOROUGH THAT WE CANNOT HIDE.

SEE I AM STUCK
OR HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING
I AM IN BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE
AND ANYONE CAN RIGHTFULLY DECLARE THAT I AM IN NO SOLACE
NOW,ALLOW ME TO GET PERSONAL;
MY FAMILY AND I ARE EKING A LIVING OUT OF IDLE GOVERNMENT LAND
AND OUR LAND RENT IS AS HIGH AS ZERO.
THE NEXT REGIME THAT IS ALL ABOUT PROMISES
IS HUMBLY BEGGING FOR MY kura,
THEY SAY THEY WILL SUCCEED WHERE THEIR PREDECESSORS FAILED
INCLUDING PROPER LAND REFORM...?..

2.An adaptation of "SHAMELESS ODE TO THE SECOND REVOLUTION" by Mutuma Mathiu,specific names have been exempted.

MAKING A DIFFERENCE:

MY COUNTRY IT SEEMS HAS COME UNSTUCK IN TIME,
WE ARE FLOATING IN AN ELECTION BUBBLE,
WITH NO MEMORY OF HISTORY
EVERYTHING IS NICE AND FREE
EDUCATION,HEALTH,PEACE,JOBS..THESE THINGS WILL BE GIVEN TO US..

THE REALITY IS PRETTY UGLY THOUGH
JUST LOOK AT THE NEWS;
THUGS CAUGHT WITH PANGAS,RIGGING SCARES,
THE COLLAPSE OF THE DOLLAR;
BILLIONS IN FOREIGN RESERVE LOST IN DAYS..

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SECOND REVOLUTION?
WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING?
I THINK ONE OF THE THINGS THAT CHARACTERIZES US AS A COUNTRY
APART FROM BEING GULLIBLE AND THOUGHTLESSLY TRIBAL
IS A TOTAL LACK OF GRATITUDE AND APPRECIATION..

THE LUNACY OF DICTATORSHIP,LAND GRABBING,
THE CLOBBERING OF CITIZENS ASSEMBLING PEACEFULLY
THE ARBITRARY ARREST OF OPPOSITION LEADERS
TO DENY THEM PEOPLES ACCESS;ECONOMIC THEFT...
ALL THOSE ATROCITIES THAT WE LIVED THROUGH ARE NOT HERE TODAY

These are definitely two ways of looking at it;either the glass is half empty or half full,but it isn't up to the brim..
PEACE!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

LOVE..


Few things are as overrated as love,by this I mean the affinity two people have for each other,maybe only sex.Being a cliche that it is,I decided to consolidate on its "clicheness"(if I may)by doing one more piece on this exhausted issue..
This is for the woman that I gave my measly self in exchange for.My lady

PRICELESS:

ITS ALL ABOUT YOU
AS ITS ALL OF YOU,
ITS THE ILLUMINATING SMILE
THE GRACE OF THE WALK
THE SENSITIVE AND SOFT FOOTSTEP.
THE EYES,THE THIGHS
THE HIPS,THE LIPS
THE TRUTHS,THE LIES
THE PAINS,THE PLEASURES..
THAT MAKE ME STICK ON YOU
LIKE A BUTTERFLY TO A ROSE
THE SOFT AND PETAL LIKE KISS
OR YOUR ECSTASY AND THE HISS..
THE WHISPERS IN MY EARS
AND THE KILLING OF MY FEARS,
THE ACCEPTANCE OF MY YEARS
AND THE SHOULDER FOR MY TEARS.
THE TEARS THAT ONLY YOU GETS TO SEE
AND THE FEARS THAT ONLY YOU GETS TO SHARE.
THE ONLY ONE THAT GETS TO FEEL MY CARE
AND THE ONE WHOM I KNOW WILL BE THERE.
WHETHER MY WALLETS HEAVY OR NOT
IF I AM HERE OR NOT
AND WHEN WE BIND THE KNOT.
MY WOMAN.
MY LADY,MY GIRL,MY COMPANION
ONE WHO ACCEPTS MY OPINION
AND LOOKS AT ME DIFFERENT
EVEN AS MY MINDS DECISIONS STAY INCOHERENT
PLUS SHE ACCEPTS MY PAST AS MUCH AS MY PRESENT
AS LIFE DID TREAT ME MEAN
AND MY PAST ISN'T SQUEAKY CLEAN
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
SHE THAT BLAZES LIKE A FIRE
BUT IS AS DANGEROUS AS A LIVE WIRE.
MY WOMAN.
THE LADY THAT TREATS ME AS I DESERVE
MY GOOD SHE DOES PRESERVE
AND GIVES ME THE BEST NEVER THE RESERVE.
THAT FEMALE THAT LOOKS AT MY MADNESS AS GENIUS
MY WEAKNESSES AS MY STRENGTHS
MY ILLNESS AS MY HEALTH
AND MY SHORTCOMINGS AS MY GREATNESS.
THE ONE WHO DISCARDS THIS PETTY FLESH OF MINE
BUT HAS A PICTURE OF MY SOUL
IN ITS GREATEST HUES
THE LIGHTEST BLUES
TO THE WARMEST ORANGES AND GREENS.
SHE THAT GUARANTEES MY SLEEP THAT MELLOW
COZ SHE IS AS PRICELESS AS A SOFT PILLOW
WHEN IN MY DREAMS OR NIGHTMARES I WALLOW.
PRICELESS,
THAT DESCRIBES HER BEST
AS SHE DID PUT ME TO A TEST
TO KNOW IF I DID DESERVE HER.
THE GOOD LORD KNOWS THAT I DO.
MY WOMAN,MY PRICELESS ONE.

peace!

Saturday, December 8, 2007

LOST..

Nothing and I repeat nothing,makes this tedious happening called life as cumbersome as finding oneself.Simply said,finding yourself is difficult,strange and slow..so slow that many fall of this road called life without getting there.Few of us know ourselves and plenty wallow drunk in this search.I for one aknowledge it that I am more lost than found and I meet so many like me.
This next set of poems is all about a lost soul,one that is painfully trying to find its true essence in life..
"Before you find yourself you have to lose yourself"
Find yourself.Soon.

1.AROUND US:

IF PAIN AND HATE
TEARS AND BLOOD ARE
RECYCLED SO MUCH ON ONE
THAT IT BECOMES THEM,
FOR EVEN THE SOFTEST CAN EVOLVE
INTO ROCK HARD BEASTS,
CAN THEY CHANGE BACK?

IN THE WOMB OF OUR MOTHER
WE SIT SO SAFE AND COMFORTABLE.
IT IS IN THOSE DAYS THAT INNOCENCE
IS TRULY INNOCENCE,CLOUDY WHITE PURITY.
IF THE STATE OF INNOCENCE AND PURITY
CAN JUST BE CARRIED AHEAD,NOT ERODED,WOULDN'T IT BE A PACIFYING THING?

BUT AGAIN ONE WILL NEVER KNOW PAIN
UNTIL YOU EXPERIENCE IT,LIKE HURT;
ITS FELT NOT TALKED ABOUT.
BEING A PART OF LIFE THAT NO MORTAL
HAS CONTROL OVER,TEARS AND HATE
IT SEEMS WILL KEEP RESIDING AROUND US
LIKE AIR FROM THE ALL KNOWING ONE.


2.MOST DANGEROUS MAN:

IT WAS LATE,VERY LATE
AND THE TOWN WAS DESERTED.
I KNEW THE DANGEROUS MAN
HE WAS AFTER ME,RELENTLESSLY.
MY BRISK WALK
SUDDENLY BROKE INTO A RUN,A RUN FOR DEAR LIFE.
I STOPPED AT A SHOPS VERANDA
AND GLANCED AT THE BEAUTIES INSIDE,
TO MY HORROR I SAW HIM.
I RAN AS FAST AS I COULD TO NOWHERE.
I RAN INTO A CITY ZOO,SCARY PLACE.
I THOUGHT IT WAS PEACEFUL
SINCE NO ONE ELSE WAS AROUND.
THE LIONS SNAKES AND CROCODILES
ALL STARED AT ME,BUT I WASN'T AFRAID
THEY WERE CAGED ,HE WASN'T
THEN I SAW THE POISONOUS MAMBA,
BEHIND THE GLASS
AND MY HEART STOPPED,HE WAS THERE,I COULD NEVER HIDE.
HE WAS ME.

3. PLEASURABLE TEMPTATIONS:

WHY DO I ALWAYS SUCCUMB TO TEMPTATION?
WHY IS THAT A MINUTE OF IMMEASURABLE PLEASURE
CARRIES WITH IT EONS OF SELF HATE?
AND WHY SHOULD SIN BE AS SWEET AS WILD HONEY?

FIGHTING AND WINNING TEMPTATIONS JUST PASSES
IT DOESN'T GIVE ME THE UTMOST HAPPINESS.
BUT SUCCUMBING TO TEMPTATION IS ECSTASY
ONLY THAT THE AFTER SHOCK IS LIKE BILE ON DRY TONGUE.
IS IT REALLY A SIN IF IT BRINGS WITH IT INTENSE PLEASURE?
ONLY TO MAKE ONE SELF-PITEOUS AND WORTHLESS.
I WISH ALL THAT WAS WRONG BUT FELT RIGHT WAS RIGHT
AND THE WRONG OF IT WOULD JUST MELT AWAY..

I WISH I COULD FIGHT AND WIN THESE TEMPTATIONS
BUT MY MURKY CONSCIENCE POSSES GREAT STRENGTH,
TOO GREAT FOR MY WEAK BODY.
FOR THIS MY FLESH FEELS GOOD BUT MY SOULWILTS AWAY..

peace!

Sunday, December 2, 2007

wapi

What would Nairobi do without WAPI?Go on as it is,isn't it?but it would be like that gum that is devoid of its core molars,everything seems OK but it really isn't..
to quote "WAPI is a British council platform that makes it possible for visual and verbal artists to showcase their art (in words and pictures).We tame the underground to mean the upcoming,the undiscovered,those who by default or design are not part of the mainstream.we believe that the underground in Kenya is a hotbed of activity and creativity and we bring some of it to the fore the discerning public through regular(monthly)WAPI programme.WAPI aspires to become a talent spotting platform- the place where tomorrows best acts are identified and enjoyed.."enough said,don't you think so?
WAPI deserves a pat on the back,a handshake and most definitely thumbs up.The job is way way above commendable.Keep kicking it WAPI, we see and appreciate you big time..
For the whole WAPI die-hard community feast on this
BEST
ITS BY DESIGN AND DEFAULT THAT WE ARE NOT IN THE MAINSTREAM
BUT WE ARE LIVING WHAT WAS ONCE A DREAM
WE WHO ARE YOUNG AND TRIM
GLAM AND CLEAN
AS BRAINY AS A CAMPUS DEAN
BUT SURPRISINGLY NEVER MEAN.
IF MUSIC IS THE HEARTBEAT
THAT WE FEEL IN OUR SOULS
POETRY IS THAT MEDICINAL BALM
TO OUR BRUISED SOULS
AND GRAFFITI IS THE VENT BY WHICH
WE LET OUT THE ISSUES IN OUR SOCIETY AND SOULS
WHY THEN SHOULD WE GET PHYSICAL
YET ATOMIC ENERGY ISN'T THE MOST CRUCIAL
AND SPOONS ARE BENT BY THE MENTAL.
WE ARE THE BEST BY FAR
WE WITH THE ART AND BLACK LIKE TAR

Thursday, November 29, 2007

DETOX..

A couple of months ago, I attended the hippest,illest and funkiest artistic forum in town;WAPI.It was about the youths(you and I) being addicted to money, alcohol,and lots of other vices.
Now I am not a schools counsellor,but nothing can be closer to the truth than that.We are growing up chained to addictions that we cannot help ourselves out of;materialism,porn,drugs,booze,behavioural addictions...that list is as long as a spoilt kids shopping list.
All of us are slaves to something that feels so good executing but leaves us so empty after.Its so difficult to give up vice,so very difficult..but the harsh reality is that you either stop or succumb,the latter bringing with it self-hate,low esteem and a whole lot of negativity.
This is for those in a black tunnel with only a flicker of light as hope,just crawl ahead.....
SLAVE.
IT ACHES AND NAGS INSIDE ME
SO HARD THAT I HAVE GOT TO LET IT GO.
SEE IT BURNS INSIDE ME
LIKE THE URGE INSIDE A MASTURBATORS MIND
TO GO SOMEWHERE AND MESS UP HIMSELF.
IT ITCHES INSIDE ME,SO STRONG
LIKE THE HOPELESS NEED FOR A PUFF
FROM THE CIGARETTE ADDICTS THROAT.
ALL DAY I CRAVE
AS MY SELF IS A SLAVE
TO NO ONE ELSE BUT ME
THAT ONCE ROAMED AROUND LIKE A BEE.
BEFORE I GOT TO RECOGNISE
AND REALISED
THEN INITIALISED AND INTERNALISED
THIS ARTIFICIAL AND UNNATURAL ECSTASY.
THE CHEAP BUT QUITE PRICEY
LIKE THE 5-STAR RESTAURANT FOOD THAT IS SPICY.
I WALK AROUND CLEAN AND CRISPY
EYES EXTERNALLY OKAY BUT INTERNALLY WEEPY
ARROGANT AND HIPPIE
BUT MUSCLES AND BONE SLEEPY
BECAUSE OF THIS SUBSTANCES.
THESE SUBSTANCES THAT HOLD ON TO ME
LIKE A BUTCHERS HOOK TO THE CARCASS.
THESE PIECES OF FLESH THAT ARE MY BODY I DO IMPRESS
AS I PUSH THEM INTO ME AND UNDRESS,
UNDRESS ME AND HAVE ME RETROGRESSING
YET LIFE IS ABOUT PROGRESSING
OUR WRONGS REDRESSING AND GOODNESS ENCOURAGING.
I AM SLAVING
BUT, I REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE
LIKE OUR COUNTRY'S LOYALTY PLEDGE
THAT I AM SUFFERING
DECAYING,ROTTING AND DISINTEGRATING.
I AM SLOWLY BREAKING DOWN
IN A WAY SO STRONGLY EXCRUCIATING LIKE THE COLD DAWN,
THAT I SMILE YET I SHOULD FROWN
AND I AM CLUTCHING ON STRAW AS I DROWN.
DROWNING AND SINKING INTO DEEP BLUE WATERS.
MANY HAVE GONE DOWN;
BUT I AM NOT MANY,I AM NOT A STATISTIC..
I AM BEAUTIFULLY ME.
BUT THESE ADDICTIONS
AND AFFLICTIONS
WHICH ARE NEGATIVE DISTINCTIONS ARE KILLING ME.
THESE CHAINS OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE
AND SHACKLES OF BEHAVIORAL ADDICTION
ARE PULLING ME INTO STICKY MUD.
I AM DYING FROM THESE JOINTS
AND PINTS
WHICH BRING PEER POINTS
BUT LEAVE ME DYING.
I FIT INTO THE CLIQUE NOW,
BEFORE THE PUFFS AND HIGHS I NEVER DID.
I AM DYING SLAVE
MY LUNGS AND BRAIN NOW ROTTEN
AND MY MUSCLES TWITCHING INVOLUNTARILY
AS I DIE HOPELESSLY..
SENTENCED TO THE GLOOM
THAT FILLS THAT ROOM\
THAT ROOM THAT IS MY DOOM.

peace!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

freedom..

As seen through Che Guevara,Nelson Mandela,Steve Biko,Dedan Kimathi,Julius Nyerere,and the saints that had their blood spilled for the sake of a free world,living or dead...
UNCHEAP.
Maybe one day we will get out of this slumber
or the slumber will get out of us,
anyway none of the two matter,no fuss.
What we actually need is just emancipation
rid our beautiful minds of this constipation
constipation of the brains
which only brings pains
pains without gains..
and isn't pain supposed to come with gain?
We talk freedom but our feet cannot move an inch
because of this chains at our ankles.
At times I wonder if its so easy to attain it
why is that its the most expensive if not exquisite,
like a presidential suite
or a relentless pursuit
for this fruit..
the tasty and ripe fruit called freedom.
see it doesn't come cheap
we sow then wait to reap.
it comes with a price,a hefty one
we shall lose a lot thats one
blood might get spilled or maybe none
but only if we keep resigned to fate like a nun
we ought to fight before our homes and souls they burn.
Freedom isn't cheap
so by our blood we shall sow and wait to reap
before we get toppled to a messy heap
we shall have put up a fight
because we believe in right
while they trust their might
but he that reigns the highest
sides with us to the slightest
and by his blessings which are the best
as they have been put to a test
we shall descend on them
and leave them wondering
and pondering
wondering and meandering
round and round as if in a stupor ring.
But then for us it will be ululation
jubilation and the finalization
which is he realization after the great emancipation
emancipation from that brain constipation.
And for whoever we might have lost,
we shall not forget
for they fell for being evils target.
they deserve appreciation
immortalisation
and the next generations recognition
that they were great and for others good they did not hesitate
to donate
donate their lives for a cause so worthy.
It doesn't come cheap
so we sow and earnestly wait to reap
this phenomenon called freedom.

PEACE!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

THE POETS CLUB@THE JUNCTION..

What can I say?What should I say?What ought I say?
Its Tuesday 20 November and Its 6:52pm.I get off a" citi hoppa" and I am inside TheJunction in a minute.I head straight to Nu Metro,nice place,really classy.I like.I mill around the CDs especially the local ones and I am thinking I should get myself one of these, kwanza that baskeli one by the very fly Valerie."Save bro,save," I remind myself.
I corner one smiley attendant and I'm like,"Is the Poets club happening?I was here last Tuesday and I realised I was a full week early..."
"Screen 3 upstairs,"she replies curtly.
"Thanxx"
I take three stairs at a time and I'm inside screen 3 in a flash where I find one brother doing some good mellow poetry.Not so bad..
Next comes a guy Ive seen gracing WAPI he does some good spoken word and promises to deliver the remaining bit next year,hope we can remember; let alone wait..
After those two poets its a movie! A movie? I thought it was a night of poetry,at least Imani said so maybe I was wrong or she was.I dont know plus it doesnt really matter.
"Beowulf",thats the name of the movie,really,really good storyline,about greed,lust and human weakness.Its good,very inspiring.
I leave before it ends and catch a hoppa to town then home.
So much for a poets night.
Thats basically what went down.
Peace.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

GREAT MAN HONOURED...

THIS IS ABOUT A MAN WHO HAS A STREET NAMED AFTER HIM, A STATUE IN HIS HONOUR AND LOTS OF POVERTY IN HIS HOMESTEAD.DID HE REALLY REST IN PEACE?

..HONOURED..
GREAT MAN HONOURED
RIFLE IN THE RIGHT HAND
TRADITIONAL MACHETE IN THE LEFT,LEFT?
THICK SHOULDER LEVEL LOCKS ON HIS HEAD
DREADED LOCKS ON A DREADED MAN.
HE WILL BE WITH THIS GENERATION AND THE NEXT.
STRONG MAN IN DEEDS.
ONE WHO PUT FEAR IN THE MILK LIVERED
AND MILK SKINNED MEN.
ALL.
FROM THE GREAT SNOWCAPPED ONE TO THE RANGES,
ALL HIS PEOPLE KNEW HIM,
IN GOOD AND BAD LIGHT.
HE HAS BEEN HONOURED IN DEED,IN BRONZE.
A GREAT HONOUR THEY SAID.HONOUR?
"MAMA"AND"WAJUKUU"WALK IN TATTERS.
THE BLOOD LINE OF A GREAT AND HONOURED MAN...
CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME,
CARE FOR THE CENTS AND THE FULL SHILLINGS WILL BE OK.
"MAMA" AND "WAJUKUU" CELEBRATE TODAY,
TOMORROW NIGHT,
THEIR TUMMIES WILL ONLY BUT RUMBLE.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

NYEUSI.BLACK.NOIR.NJIRU.RATENG..

In celebration of our fine ebony skins and souls;we are beautiful,now and forever.

BLACK MAN. From the same by dennise gordon
Black man from Africa
what have you become?
your manhood threatens them
and keeps you on the run....

yo,Blackman in Africa
where does yor future lie?
its with your women and children
not the guns that make them cry......

Blackman in the world
no,history hasnt been so nice
remember your back wont break
no matter how hard they try.....


RUN!
run! Blackman run!
grab or steal your freedom
emancipate your mind
then run.
roam around and blossom wildly
you will find home,
boy for now..
run!

"AFRICAN KNOW YOURSELF" Femi Kuti

Good,good loving...

Its nice to be in love,its even nicer to be loved;no doubt.One feels light,free and happy.But again this beautiful thing can injure one so bad especially if its not working and one of you is putting in more than the other.
I dont know much about it but I have met it and it was heavenly.
Please catch these lines,enjoy and if you can appreciate..
To and for Grace.
its been a long long time
got this message for you girl
but it seems I was never on time
still I wanna get through to you girl
on time..(on time)..
I want to give you some love.
Bob marley.(Turn your lights down low)

STILL
UNTIL A DRUM IS STRUCK;
IT ISNT A DRUM.
UNTIL A FLUTE IS BLOWN;
IT ISNT A FLUTE.
AND UNTIL THESE WORDS ARE UTTERED,
THEY REMAIN BUT ARMOPHOUS BITS OF MY MEMORY.
SO I WILL HAVE THEM RYTHIMICALLY LEAVE MY MIND
THROUGH MY TONGUE TO CONVEY SENSE.

I WANT TO TELL YOU THIS,
SIMPLE AND STRAIGHT.
THAT I STILL NEED YOU,HOWEVER LONG IT SEEMS
MY GRIP STARVES FOR SO DEARLY
AND MY MIND IS GROWING OBESE
FOR HAVING NO ONE TO SHARE IT WITH.
WHAT IS HAPPENING,WE HAVE THE LEAST CONTROL OVER
BUT ITS TAKING PLACE PAINFULLY AND BEAUTIFULLY...

If you have got good loving with you,kindly treasure it jealously.
PEACE!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

word or poetry or what ever they call it out there..

Do you ever think so hard and cant get a thing?Then all over a sudden like a strong hunger pang,an idea you so much wanted to get a grip on grips you..it happens to me,like that blissful dream that you cannot remember in the morning.Surely it happens to you too,sort of like a deja vu.Now you get it..
This about poetry,the beauty of it,its liberating powers and the grip it gets on someone(like a vice on a wokmans bench).Speaking of poetry..check out this tiny baby here..
FREE!
If we were born free,
why do we walk around in chains?
why do we have these shackles on our ankles
that are so much a part of us,like our skins?
I dont know.
maybe you know,
maybe he knows or she knows or they know.
but one thing I surely know is that I dont know.
Simple.

getting deflowered...

I'm giving up my virginity to poetry,now and now,I wont wait for tomorrow or any other single minute,its now.It isn't painful,its lovely,ecstatic and heavenly.Kindly join me,and lets rise and rise and rise and ride in the clouds above..