I find myself wanting to speak with you Well, think with you really Becasue my mind has wondered and marvelled, at life My imaginings and logical reasonings bring spilling feelings of deep gratitude to my chest. There is such a... Continue Reading →
#WhoWillShareThisBlameWithMe ? #IWillShareThisBlameWithYou ! TLDR: I think we might be a powerful and fast learning society - if whenever we saw someone hold a 'failing' - we automatically reflected on the ways that we all contribute to that something happening... Continue Reading →
What is true is, that when the love I am resides with me and my experience regardless of any external perspective as to whether it should, I am free, soft, powerful, grateful, creative.
And when I witness you, I am filled with more love. it is not something I can give to you, no matter if you try to earn it in anyway, it stays in me and I am grateful to the depths of my existence to experience it.
I am too much.Today is too much.I have spent too much timeOn a project now abandoned,Too much moneyOn a project now struggling.Giving too much credenceTo the sense I am failing.Too much embarrassmentAt violent emotions,The rage and profanity Internal tornado.Too self... Continue Reading →
I took a brief time today to finish off a study that I think I started back in 2015!. I was learning about dragonflies in order to plan a Dress in Dragonflies body paint. You can check out the photo... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I witnessed Peace And experienced jealousy. Peace that can, and does Swallow all things into silence. Peace that is everything and Re-presences to itself. Peace under all Love The ground of All. We are Here. So close to The... Continue Reading →
Universe. Energy. Life. Golden Field. Flow of EnergyFlow of Information Field of Love The only thing existing and traveling is Love,and all its relationships. Form is a structure Love takesin a moment of relationship. Everything is Love.Anything I cannot see as... Continue Reading →
Intention and I square in darkness Feeling for edges and flow. Stalking. Ribs caged at each other. Wisps of our purpose entwine. Tentative forecasts for anchor. Filaments form golden ropes, Pulling rib caverns to future; Luminous, balanced, and taught.
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