SEKOU Sundiata, the Harlem-born poet, performer, artist, activist and educator passed away in New York yesterday from heart failure. He was 58.
excerpt from the 51st (dream) state by Sekou Sundiata:
What if we were Life
Or the Pursuit of something new?
Between the rocks below
and the stars above
What if we were composed by Love?
And what if we could show
that what we dream
is deeper than what we know?
Suppose if something does not live
in the world
that we long to see
then we make it ourselves
as we want it to be
What if we are Life
and the Pursuit of something new?
And suppose the beautiful answer
asks the more beautiful question,
Why don't we get our hopes up too high?
What don't we get our hopes up to high?