HERMES TRISMEGISTUS
Lumumba Jatau@lumumbajatau995415
12 days ago
HERMES TRISMEGISTUS (AFRICAN MYSTIC RHYTHM)
Listen—
Before the drum was struck,
Before the word was spoken,
Before the fire learned its name,
I was.
Call me Thoth—scribe of the Nile,
Call me Hermes—feet winged with message and mile,
But in the village of the unseen,
Names bend,
Essence remains.
I was born where the river remembers,
Where papyrus breathes and stones keep numbers.
Ancestors hummed me into existence,
While the moon marked time with patient persistence.
Thrice-great—
Great in mind,
Great in tongue,
Great in spirit that refuses to be young or old.
As above!
(As above!)
So below!
(So below!)
The sky is a calabash turned upside down,
Pouring stars into the crown of the ground.
Gold was never metal—
Hear me well.
Gold was the man who mastered himself.
I placed fire in the heart, not the hand,
Burned fear till courage learned to stand.
I taught:
The universe listens when you speak.
Words are seeds—
Plant carefully.
Silence is the elder that knows when not to speak at all.
I walked with Ifa before it had a name,
Sat with Kemetic priests guarding flame.
I whispered in proverbs, danced in signs,
Drew circles where spirit meets time.
They asked, “Are you god or ghost?”
I answered with wind,
With drum,
With coast.
I am not buried in stone or scroll,
I rise whenever one knows their soul.
Whenever truth stands naked and tall,
Unashamed, unbought, unafraid to fall.
Know thyself—
The drumbeat slows.
Know thyself—
The mask removes.
Know thyself—
And the ancestors nod,
Because the path to wisdom
Always leads back to God.
I am Hermes Trismegistus—
Not myth.
Not past.
I am the rhythm that remembers
What the world forgot too fast
