I don’t have to explain,

I have 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓.

It blossomed in my body,

As I grew another.

When they sliced open my womb,

My power could not be slit,

My body poured out 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊.

I dripped,

with 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎-𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔.

My drive to protect,

Calibrated in every cell,

It’s as sharp as the dagger,

Carved onto my side.

They want to worship a wounded masculine?

I’ll be praising my 𝒫𝒰𝒮𝒮𝒴.

Holding space,

For men to 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥.

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May I become nothing,

So I fade into the white light,

I AM.

✧︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ✧︎

Possessions-a concept,

Attachment-a theory,

Thoughts-something to observe.

✧︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ✧︎

May I feel the sound of the stream.

That reminds me,

I am here.

I am there.

I am everywhere.

✧︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ✧︎

When I slip away,

I return.

My love,

Deeper than before.

✧︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ✧︎

I am the Light.

Pure white light.

A spectrum of colors,

Only an open heart can see.

✧︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ◬︎ ✧︎

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Earth in reverse.

Soil.

Water.

Plants.

Animals.

Perfection.

Humans.

Now what would you add?

Instead of what we can’t undo.

Design from the beginning.

What would you create?

War?

Poverty?

Greed?

Blame?

Of course not.

But we invented it. Let’s un-invent it.

Start again.

What would you create?

Love.

Peace.

Shelter.

Food.

Now get rid of every programmed thinking that doesn’t foster those first.

Someone does not have to lose, for you to win.

There is no judgement.

There is no better than.

There is no lack.

It is just us.

For eternity.

If we can’t undo it.

Start from the beginning.

What would we create.

Earth in reverse.

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I am ancient wisdom,

I am a weathered soul.

I go to places in my heart,

That some will never know.

⋑︎

I am but a child still,

Dancing in the rain,

Holding the feather I found,

Sitting with my pain.

⋑︎

I am but the Universe,

Trekking on the snow.

Standing like a warrior,

Shooting rainbows through my bow.

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𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛,

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

𝚁𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎,

𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

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Dreamy, celestial, empowered.
On a quest to shine.
Mission to love.
Unconditionally.
Unfiltered.
From the
Core.
⍚︎
Let all the judgements wash past.
No longer mine to harbor.
Only stark reflections,
of another’s filter.
An afterthought.
I won’t be.
⍚︎
Enchant me with whispers.
A story of redemption.
Timelines. Divinity.
A fractal of you.
All that is
Me.

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⍙︎

I transform.

I resist.

I transmute.

I resist.

I understand.

I resist.

I know.

I accept.

⍙︎

I am humbled.

I am grateful.

To Be

this SOUL.

⍙︎

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Playing with energy until my heart explodes.

Beaming out rays,

my laser light show.

Time to get grounded.

A stampede of horses.

Set up my field,

with quantum forces

Listen, as a child does,

through blades of summer grass.

⋐︎⍜︎⋑︎

A cosmic vibration coded to ignite my cells.

Create, express, in the flow.

Earth...my California,

I must go.

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Words.

Worlds of words.

They saturate my mind.

My universe.

I pluck them out of the air

and hold them in my heart,

in the silence of my room.

I hush them with meditation.

But they want to flow..

I miss the rainforest,

where all is blended with the sounds of insects,

the breath of trees, drops of renewal,

and distant humming of humans,

jaguars and ants.

Turn my words

into something I can touch.

So I can feel

this universe

I create.

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Have you woke up out of the dream yet?

Dissolved the ego..

Reintegrated w your soul..

Been reborn..

⍜︎

Are you starting to remember?

The journey..

It’s beautiful in its duality..

Complex..

Yet one..

Bliss.

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Soaked with indigo,

a wisdom is revealed.

Like those of a petroglyph,

I ponder with reverence.

As I dip myself in blue,

identity dissolves

into essence.

The part that came before,

and will always BE.

My SOUL.

It’s infinite.

It knows this is merely a blink in Creation.

Courageous and curious.

It seeks wisdom and experiences to deepen its understanding of love.

The Universe..a manifestation of Creation wanting to experience itself.

How could I appreciate the mountain horizon, if I hadn’t grown up viewing the desolate plains?

Just the same:

How can the Source of all Creation

•••(((Love)))•••

understand itself,

without an opportunity to experience separation.

The human experience.

A divine playground,

of mathematical

precision.

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