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We are

We are as brave as our reflection
Weather its in a mirror or the eyes of those we love.
Ease in my body like a cobra
Ease in life like a breeze
Safety in my home and environment
like the locust singing
In the summer months of abundance
Do i live in fear or peace?
Am i a bridge between worlds or the person who burns them?
Am i rooted in this plane of exsistence?
Walking the plank sideways glancing.
find your stabalizers mounting preoccupations
A guest on the matrix extending limbs
Do i trust the process?
Can i surrender to the powers that be?
Down like a dog or rise up like the pheonix?! Gathering momentum in this revolution this infrastructure is crashing.
We are being restructured.
This matrix only works for the 1%
its time to abandon it.
Centered. Calm warrior
In the muddle of chaos
Holding light and space.
Gathering energies and creating
Abundance forward fold
Right to be here and now not taken anything for granted.
I sit in the quiet of the house
gotten a lifetime of news in my brain.
meditation comes with
the first woken breath of a new day
The cirst woke breath of a life.
Especially now where
we are living in a surreal
Quarentine.
Made to stop and gather what is important.
Do we have a right to be here? We have a right to not question our beautifully complex life ever again.
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Coincidental sushi/ soul love saga

 

 

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Sushi seems to be my answer to everything
The buffets know me by face
Smiling at this addiction to rolls and wasabi
As reality sinks in and bills mount higher than my patients
Endless phone calls
And appointments lead me to a monotony of disgusted indigestion
This is your reality not mine
Your box
I’m trying desperately to fit in
But my tendrils grow over
Trying to find the earth
they belong in
while establishing roots and foundations
i planted my flowers that grow outside of this mainstream life unable to cage up their unscrupulous beauty for the likes of living a normal life
Bullet proof Gnostics
gaining attention
Are coincidences just that
And not meant to be
With every fiber of my romantic being i cant loose hope