My body is not your home, you can’t just leave all your…things here, and come and go as you please; They leave with you if you’re leaving – they only stay if I choose to agree. My mind is not your dumpster – You can’t fill it with all your junk and expect me to …
Each drop of water is precious, Each has been here before. Every drop of water is timeless, they are souls that return again and again not to the worlds they know, but to the worlds they are, that are within them. Always here, whether as rain, dew, lake, ocean, sea – Whether they fall from the heavens …
I think I’m ready now to face down my shadows; The ones that burrow deep and that I attempt to run and hide from even in my sleep. I’m not afraid of what they’ll reveal, not even fearful of what they’ll make me feel. I don’t worry about how they’ve marred my soul – I determined long …
I think I like most of the things about myself that I say out loud I don’t – I self-deprecate to deflect the attention that part of me actually secretly desires but that I also hope happens organically; I haven’t figured out how to do that so instead I just push it all away. And …
Purging myself of all my emotions seeing my thoughts splayed against a page in black and white reminds me of all the gray areas my grey matter thinks into and that life itself isn’t black and white. Facts and logic and also matters of heart do intersect and their encounters birth intuition. Maybe I do …
Two universes collide before my crossed, unblinking eyes – saw golden haloes of light surrounding everything in sight. Energy rises, like smoke, like sun like the steam from my skin when my shower is done. I felt calm, at peace mind, spirit, heart, body, soul – at ease. Aligned, balanced, separate growth expanding my entire …
Rat-a-tat-chatting with my inner Divine wanting to innerstand my perception(s) of time. Stories of past lives swirled among my consciousness – sudden actualization. Overstanding Time not as a measurable unit or concept, but as a living entity that exists to record each moment as they happen to be… Time doesn’t move; it is perfectly still. …
I realize I too often limit myself only to my words and actions and capabilities; And that expanding my mind is the way to break free. But sometimes, I’m good where I’m at… and isn’t that as much a part of being who I am as at any other distinct point in time? I often …
Can’t keep up, can’t back down – Speak optimistically internally I frown because maybe I’m doing too much, though it feels I do little; As such, I quickly lose focus and get to feeling quite bogus. All of this feels…wrong I feel like I just don’t belong: Not even wanting to fit in I just …
Don’t call me black, Call me by my name, call me by my humanity. “Black” is one of the many colors found in the crayon box, the ink of a pen, the darkness of shadow; a shade devoid of character or light – Yet, I am full of light. Colors are ideals driven by perception, …
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