Luck hasn’t been something that you will get from somewhere or get lucky at any particular moment. It’s always been there. And one day you just arrive. It’s been present inside me by now in the form of magic. It kept coming to me. Whatever I lacked whether its family, parents, siblings, husband, sex, communities, knowledge, opulence, it kept coming to me in some form. Only those whom I called friends stayed within me no matter what the age, race, or sexuality. I have made numberless mistakes; have been running the gauntlet, yet by the grace of god… It’s a riddle wrapped in enigma, there’s a pun and then there’s sarcasm and then simile and personification and even exaggeration, and yet there’s a truth which is love.
Luck is the presence felt and the weird experiences since I remember. The magic that never left me. Is it a friend, is it some kind of power or it’s me? The enigma is what everyone is aware of, isn’t it? Magic is the knowledge that we need to discover somewhere within us. By understanding that there isn’t any freedom from troubles. Sometimes you find troubles and sometimes troubles find you. And when troubles find you, there has to be some form of magic and luck lying there in wait to pounce upon you. If you read my lustful lips and what is this mating between the lines you would know it. Because love is the ultimate magic. It’s lusty. It’s sensual. It’s the beauty of asymmetrical faces like Ashtavakra (if there’s anything like asymmetrical face. lol) that never escapes your notice. It’s the grace and decency of dance. It’s the smile of empty pockets. It’s the character of the greatest players. It’s the right to be hurt or apologize without objectifying people and forcing any relationship, in case you don’t support forced relationships, forced marriages, forced sex, forced abuse/right to abuse, etc. Pure love is like magic, the blessings pouring down for no apparent reason. Be given because life wants to give – at any given moment. The richness of tiny experience and have moments to be at complete peace – is luck but finding the love of someone who has experienced it is: being drenched with love, beyond any definition of love. It’s magical. Be actuated by love. And that’s what lucky. Lucky is finding your tribe, the like-minded people, and letting unexpected grace find you. And when it all adds up, it’s magic.
Luck is being the life and having this body, having sense and reproductive organs, sex hormones, and menstrual cycle. Luck is the ability to sense, that is, to see, taste, listen, etc., to feel and think everything I can. I know I wouldn’t experience life without a body, and everything connected to it, i.e sensing, feeling, thinking, and acting. Luck is having all parts of the body including my kidneys and breasts, all kinds of thoughts, and all kinds of feelings. Luck is the ability to stand up after all kinds of experiences and objectification and then still live and still choose. I fail to make out if as an object that you use, I would ever be able to feel that, think, sense or do that. Be that. That’s pure luck.
Luck = Music = Magic in the air.
You get down, get up, oh oh
You get down, get up, eh eh
Tsamina mina zangalewa
This time for Africa!