stay warm

the time is now
i must finally embrace the human experience
as this person that i am.
nobody else
i see the radiance of loving
the only person who ever really mattered.
and all along the truth was woven into the fabric
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is the beauty,
loving yourself is the offering
sacrificing ego is the challenge
being unafraid is your birth right.
listening to the wind,
and watching the birds fly.
the human experience is just that. keeping it simple, listening to the breath.

Living in a Glass dome

Something solid,
something indestructible.
Something sound.
I will employ my mind.
I will break the thick, seemingly impenetrable glass dome that surrounds.
The consequences I will deal with,
Sickened by stagnation, drowning in mediocrity,
Lungs depressing.
The break of dawn is just an illusion.
Where are the real stars?
Where is the laughter.
Avoiding my life, or avoided by life?
who is chasing who.
Things keep looking the same,
every turn I take,
every face I see.
keep looking beyond the glass veil
Break the veil apart
burn it to the ground.
There is a brook babbling love stories
beyond the junction of surrender and destruction,
drink the water of the living
breath the air of the free.
Nothing else will quench your thirst,
satisfy for soul,
or bring peace to your mind.
Find the crack in the glass,
and smash it wide open.
Occupy more space than an ocean
Cast your spells.
Come on Warrior
Create some action.

Sleep in a small town

It is not because my surroundings are unimpressive
It's more because the people are.
I rather read and cook and sleep,
Then be out lying to myself about who I am.
I sleep all night and wake at dawn
Never really sure if I am alive
Or merely a floating stick making its way down the river.
Directed by a current too big to comprehend.
But I know this isn't true.
The sun rising stirs such hope in my chest
that I keep trudging through this
I keep a hold of my ideas of the future
and the possibility that true love does exist
all this time I try not to believe it,
perhaps protecting myself.
The search of love is my quest.
One I committed to, body and mind.
This searching unrest I feel through my bones
Is confirmation of what I am looking for.
I will make my way through this forest of doubts
I will be true to the being that is light and love.

creator

I reckon this life is one big canvas,
one big blank canvas.
The paint we choose,
the pictures we make.

No erasing paint off the canvas of your life,
we are the artist, so we must blend
into the shapes we have given life to
splashing images from beginning to end.

Painting scenes each day of your life,
Some in black, grey, and blues
Then there are pinks, reds,
and other passionate hues.

I suggest we remember our position
in front of the canvas we stand
creating our stories
with paint brushes in hand

The living breathing piece of Art
that comes to life,
with a real live beating heart.
Only to bold living shall I commit to being a wife.

This is the journey,
We live it as we see it
One color burst at a time
Or maybe all colors bursting at all times

You are the artist
You have the paint by your side
life is within you before it is around you
Paint yourself with love.

Be the glorious sunset
Be the majestic sunrise.
Be the infinite blue ocean.
Be the jet black ravens soaring through the sky.

The dance of the butterfly

I am not this body

I am not this mind.

I am infinite space,

I am one soul through time.

I look deep into the eyes,

I see the fire within

I see the patterns of the skies

I am galaxies within galaxies

My soul lives on when this body dies

I am not this body,

I am not this mind.

Transformation is my medium

Radical Love is what I seek to find

Changing the world

Changing the mind.

We are not these bodies

We are not these minds.