They say not to stop.
If you want to get better, keep practicing.
Deal with your imperfections, and
​get ‘em out basically.


Once again it is written;
it writes itself. Perfect evolution,
eye witnesses of others’ accounts
“and this is what it looks like...”


Finally when we are calm enough on the inside
to let our typical sElves come out,
the world turns into its apocalyptic movies,
sci-fi fantasies and the majority of capitalistic video games.


Gaia has been ready for peace,
she just happens to share the same board game as the toy soldiers.
I wish it could just be us and our favorite playlists,
going home into the forest’s nests.

Wonderment fills up
wanting to not wait
for strings to be plucked,
determining fate.
Faithful; I hesitate,
unlike a pup
going at a quick rate,
while wonderment fills up.

Sipping the top of my cup,
rushed but not late,
vulnerably, I hiccup
from wanting to not wait.
Win, check mate.
Nobody messed up.
Singing as they prayed,
four strings being plucked.

Enough is enough.
Done with the hate.
Tell me what's up;
determine our fate.
We're here to relate
through ancestors' cups.
While they rumenate,
​wonderment fills up.

​There are many ideas that I have. A piece of advice I am tuning into at this moment is the one that requests of me to continuously channel my purpose, intentions, and to “Download All Of It.”
 
It is always swimming in my mind, anyways. And it is true that when I write out the cosmic fragrances of ideas, there is a healing that happens within me. I feel that describing my mind, enables it to understand itself. My desire is to be understood. That is why I go so far. That is why I am hard to find. My mind is always with me, and therefore so are you.

I do not wish to return to the past, so much as to reconcile my relationship to it. 

Is this life simply full of relationships?

Oh, the simplicity, yes?

And the thread?

Oh, please, tell me you see the thread.

Guided by the books of philosophers, scientists, teachers, and I’ll just simplify everyone else as wizards.

Yes, I have been reminding myself of the connection I have to writing. It has been a profound part of my healing process.

I need a relationship that gives me time to balance my intense passion for romance with my intense passion for meditative reflection.

Ideally, this never be spoken.

I want to talk about how magnificent you are.

Remind me that the world is beyond us.

Love me unconditionally, for all of time, because that is the level of love upon which my soul resides.

The force of my natural beating heart has portrayed a universal fabric upon which I paint.

I have seen you in many forms.

You are the Beloved, and the Beloved is me.

I am the Beloved, and I set myself free.

​Got me contemplating the waves of this ocean's pattern..

Everyday's a new day and I'd rather be...

Sure, it's a lot of energy to centralize - this paradigm is accelerating at a rapid rate, you know?

I'm finding my goals are quite personal.. So, what's the buy in, for you, for me?

​Every once in a while, I get the akashic memory of the sound healing device that harmonizes with its environment.