For the nonchalant secret society, abstract thinkery
My one good friend
The way you hold my hand through places I haven’t walked before activates some sort of safety.
Thank you.
My good good friend,
The way you receive me when my heart crashes it’s lovely, tender, quiet, timeless…
Friend,
The way you receive me when I’m in ecstasy, it’s a salvage childish current of joy that other people can’t help but to add on to the flow when we display it in public.
It’s just as memorable when it’s just the two of us.
My good friend…
I’m cooking with my senses again!
Adoring the flavor of my creative soul
It’s a little bit of very flavor and the no flavors flavors…
Letting them swirl with my body, vibrate and resonant with the ALL,
my full self,
I already add to this whole dance so I’ll keep on adding my persoana-lity.
That’s why I’m here for.
On the fullest of your phases, please show me the path to the galaxy where I can orbit with my own Sun,
Just like you do.
The star of my life, whom will love to shine on me his golden warm light to all of my phases.
The shiniest star whom I can show all of me and be celebrated for my own magic.
The golden orb whom lets me be around him without dissolving me.
Please moon..
Show me the path to my Sun.
The one whom appreciates my constant loyalty regardless of the phase I’m currently on,
The Sun that helps me warm up, the Sun I can count on at any time.
Amén.
Not mindfulness here.
The mind protects me from threatening situations, from people.. from my own thoughts.
The mind has to be constantly updated.
The mind fights and quiets the soul.
The mind, can be very dangerous.
The mind keeps records.
The mind is necessary for the body.
Yet
The soul…
That my friend needs no update.
The soul leads to a gracious life experience.
The soul forgives.
The soul prefers to drive the body.
The soul it’s at flow.
The soul does not fight, not even with the mind.
The soul gets forgotten by our body and our mind.
And the soul never forgets about us.
The soul has patience.
My soul drives my body.
I don’t want to dig into my discomfort every time I get trigger anymore. At least not for a while.
I’ve done so much self work and I also love myself just the way I am.
Yes, sometimes, I love myself more than some other times.
I actually do need help getting out of my vicious circles sometimes.
But without going fucking deeper!
Now, I am pretty much aware of where most of my “realities” come from. (Shoutout to mom and dad!!)
I pretty much prefer to acknowledge my feelings and be aware of myself, then continue with life with perhaps a greater awareness on X situation, and a touch of self compassion to start.
I don’t want to fix it
I don’t want to change it
Just simple acknowledgment for myself and carry on.
There’s things I enjoy doing and there’s things I don’t enjoy at all.
I’ve tried new things just for the benefit of experience.
I’ve tried the things I don’t enjoy in different ways just to see if I can change my mind on it.
sometimes it works and some other things don’t work.
There’s that.
The empty space full of matter.
Dying can be optional,
Surprising,
Inevitable,
Re-experience,
It could also be almost done…
Partial,
Romantic,
Painful,
Historical,
Hysterical,
Private,
Public,
Artistic.
And so on…
I’ve noticed my body asking for better quality breathing.
It’s a great reminder, and I will love to gift it to myself with less reminders.
I feel grateful for the opportunity of breathing.
The kind that nurses the very thin layer in between the skin and myself.
Are we to keep the flower alive?
If the word alive means to die
Is the flower to die?
Perhaps, this is where the hallucination of immortality comes to play.
We procreate to keep vibrating the rhythm of life going.
Even when there’s no natural life on this planet left. The symphony of us all will last and resonates a great while. like sound waves. -With our perception/measurements of time of course.
The world isn’t broken
The word doesn’t need help
The world just is
It’s just being a world.
Not doing, but by being.
…Just simply being, rotating, floating, shifting and carrying us.
We…
We do by being
We just don’t be
We want change and all
We enter rabbit holes and restless thoughts of wanting to be.
Well… you and I
Them and they
all of us, organism of this planet
Already are. Part of all.
It doesn’t matter how you do it, where you do it, when, with whom you do it.
You have already added vibration.
If anything… you are just adding ways, options, patterns, intensity.
Even when you passed away, you have already occupied space and rhythm to all.
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