Further and further I go into depths I have not known this life, yet are familiar to me. With every shake of my well being, or my believed well being I discover more. And holy fuck I ask, how much more can there be?
Damned if I know, but looks like I will find out. This inner world of mine beckoning to get out, shout, unleash!
I can say I do not fully understand and yes I do understand. All this comes down to is living from that state of genuine expression. Not even the slightest hint of holding back is allowed. It is getting so hard to hide now. I see this occurring for others as well. Mamma Earth, Prime Creator, they beckon us forward.
How do we step forward? It has nothing to do with having your shit together, or this moment or that. It is not having your shit together and showing yourself anyway. Showing that truth only you have to give. My life is a whirlwind of who the fuck knows and heart felt passion to stand for something sincere.
I assure you via my trials and tribulations I can act as a beacon and sure I shine bright. It comes with the territory of being hopeful and yet a wreck all in one. A beautiful broken and warped assemblage of parts and pieces this universe over. Been back and fold, time warped and scarred.
I love this life. I experience the hardships and the triumphs no matter big or small, and I remember what it means to be a sovereign soul. My shit eating grin spreads cross my face. There ain’t no bigger high than being human alive. The edge of all beingness emergent in this stream, surfacing mirages embrace into a finite space. I make less and less sense the more sense I make. Just feeling this flow and anchoring into this verse.
Doesn’t matter if all you are liked. let it be present and feel that spark ignite.
