Paranoia doesn't even begin to cover it, but Pronoia is closer than a universe willing to fight against fate. To be peaceful in transaction of energy is more whole & round than creating a truthful conspiracy. To be filled with woes wouldst not be me, To be radiant with colors would be much more grounding.… Continue reading 555
In Gratefulness, I thankfully believe--- that all is now, manifesting--- & from your soul, I discovered Thy Self in me, & I took to heart the Art of living... When I take a Breath, I, now, recede------ to the initial barriers that determined the farm from the country. To be of fruit that grows from… Continue reading Grand of Father Reign/Rain: I.
The motion of joy is the choreographer of my soul. Once open to arriving, I had no need to visualize a door. For, like the butter, I could not believe that I was the Homeowner and also, the Key. Oh! How foolish it would be! To be matter of fact! To be like a deck… Continue reading A Series of Self: Kendra, pt. V
Time is a garden, bigger than we know... To pick all the weeds, I'm gonna need all my Hoes!
The breath of my fire is doused in the clarity of your reigning truth> I fill my booth with kisses, that echo divinity forth, from mouths of sweet and knowingly undermined conditions containing youth-- Howling at the projection, of the grand Gemini new moon, I melt into my highest self, bringing fruition into my being,… Continue reading Souly Now
Rocking the book, and burning old ideals, Over-standing values, in reference, to heal.
Dancing within the broken spires that speak of stones once frozen, I awake my knowing of compassion, and my ability to feel passion for the chosen. I am free from the self I constructed, out of the plastic of used spouts, I feel the elasticity of my muscles, as my choice ignites the composition of… Continue reading Invocation of Soul, by Self
Mind over matter, matters to The Mind--
With smiles amidst Joy, The Moon reigns down tears of recognition, and messages written in indetectable noise. Sounds to gaze and see past, a day dependent on haze. I recount the communal blessings, in infinite, countless ways.
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