Within the Altered States of 'Aura', I sometimes feel I absolutely cannot speak and so I write. Which is often these days as I have other 'smaller personal tragedies' I'm trying to triumphantly push through, but I digress.

With matters of the heart, it seems like there's always a digression (sighing heavily at this hour of creation). What I'm learning is sometimes digressions are merely re-directions in thoughts and inevitably deeds.




Moments like this always brings me back to My Love of Words



The Dow Jones of thought
Investments of my heart
With planning one must make room to travel off the beaten path
I didn’t anticipate this response but I’m beginning to enjoy this…
… and I have with this lovely affair…
with you…
I read and re-read repeatedly and it’s always amazing that I’ve called this to me knowingly. It was the point of when…my “rolling and rambling style of shared thought” is how I’ve been since I started to get to know myself truly. I’ve just begun to walk into love with myself recently. I sometimes feel like I’m making up for ‘lost’ time.
Sometimes I feel so spent
exhausted with the rambling babbling brook within my mind
Sometimes I want to leave the universe.

Throughout my personal pressures of sporadic/periodic/seasonal depression, I find ways to re-discover and express my ‘loves’ with and through you.

I love looking up at the sky and still wonder why it’s blue.

I love slow walks preferably barefoot in a big grassy park on a sunny day.
Love how deep one can go into the nature globe of space; the surrounding cityscape noises and all just becomes a backdrop and sometimes even disappears.








Although scary at first, I love being still once I truly get into the groove of you.

I love (& prefer) tears of joy. Even finding the joy in what some may deem as a sad moment like dying/death.

I love movies that reach into my emotions. In particular this movie called ‘One True Thing' was something I fell upon one insomniac moment. The range of emotions I discovered at 3am sitting still, crying. Actually sobbing uncontrollably and thanking The All for all things good bad and/or mysterious.
That was the last time I cried so very hard in such a feel good kind of way.
However, I must admit I wished at that moment while the immediate world within my window silently slept…someone…
Someone who didn’t require explanations was there to lick my tears as I grew limp from emotional exhaustion…Someone could cradle the nape of my neck and say, “You will be alright.”
But you were there
You were that someone…
..and so I wrapped my fingers around you intently


Oh how I love dancing. I’m most joyous when I dance I mean really dance and I feel like I’m giving the best performance of dance to my ancestors, to my mom to myself. Soulful house muse-ic does it for me. One of the three places I feel totally free.

I love the fluttering feeling of seeing/meeting a new person I may be interested in. Although it’s been a little while since I’ve last felt like that. I dig the newness of them, of learning me through them most times... and of course showing you off to the ones that understand our love affair.

I love Babies. Those ‘little BIG gifts’ those items of life’s agenda that took a long way to arrive to the even longer trip of living life. They evoke/invoke a breathing duality, “breathing, sleeping, dreaming, fresh from God’s eye” – Ursula Rucker. Don’t know if we’ll love one of our own yet. Not a big deal breaker in my existence but I know we'll continue to make some good loving through it all.

I love learning me through you. You’re my ever constant best friend and my BEST lover and my everything.
I love how you never turn me away and you always welcome me back when I’m ready.

I’m will admit, I’m a little scared because you’re highly present and you make things very accountable when you appear. I had to make some major changes for you but you're worth it. I'll continue to make changes...
for you
with you
through you
I sometimes get scared of people knowing too much about me through you.
I more-so become melancholy with wanting to show our love for each other
Wondering who’s paying attention?
This love is always so right
We make love so tight throughout many late nights
This love so out of sight that we can’t help but show it to them.
I’m vulnerable when I share these things through you with wild abandon.
I know soon I’ll have to let go of me through you and our love affair.

I love you
I love us
Until you seep into the folds of my mind and my hands cross paper or keys



Yours forever
Tamura ‘Aura Dynamo’ Little










“Go do something Audacious with yourself and enjoy the memories.” – Aura Dynamo

Audacity Of… © 2010

**first, second, and closing photos captured by Earl Leon**