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  Why You Can’t "Find" Faith (And What To Do Instead) https://www.spreaker.com/episode/unearth-your-imani-shedding-the-illusion-of-doubt--70797361 You’ve been hustling backwards. For years, you’ve been told that if you just read enough, pray enough, and grind enough, you will finally "find" faith in yourself and your community. But what if Imani isn't lost? What if the reason you feel disconnected from the Red energy of Faith isn't because your spirit is empty, but because your mind is too full? We are walking around carrying the heavy, rotting weight of other people's opinions, societal programming, and ancestral trauma. We are trying to plant the seeds of Imani in soil that is choked with the weeds of doubt. Want to know the secret to stepping into your true power today? It’s not about doing more. It's about letting go. Call to Inaction: “A man carrying a boulder cannot catch a blessing.” Today, do not add a single affirmation to your mirror. Inste...

I am - by Preston J. Harrison

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I am.

I am the native tongue.
I am the brown recluse.
I am the spirit of the slave
with my neck in a noose.

I am a quote from the bible,
the legend of the scroll.
The music in your heart
when you sing from your soul.

I am the favorite son,
a warrior's tattoo.
The benefit of the doubt
when others can't trust you.

I am the dream keeper.
I am the moon's sun,
the hired gun, muted barrel,
I am the chosen one.

I am the brightest day,
and sometimes the darkest night.
I am the wind beneath the wings
when a bird takes flight.

I am the castle and the king,
the drawbridge, the moat,
the canoe in cried-rivers
making sure hope floats.

I am the first kiss, last breath.
I am the rook, the knight, the pawn, the king
in a game of chess.

I am the soul singer.
I am the rhythm and the blues.
I am the first idea
and The Creator's muse.

I am the sunday sermon.
I am the pulpit for the preacher.
I am the choir, prophet, priest
and sunday school teacher.

I am the saint-sinner.
I am the long way home.
I am a shape-shifter.
I am this poet's poem.
I am.

Preston J. Harrison.
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