ceremony of feeling/thinking/feeling/imagining
my mind connected to all other minds
flood of love/joy hormone flows freely from pineal gland
strange sensation of cool confidence
right brain energy/electricity crosses over aggressively/assertively/diagonally
to the left brain that seeps steadily over to the right
horizontal warm pulse of peaceful rhythm
frontal lobe focus on energy beyond sight
connection of third eye expansive sensing
torque of energy extension from forehead
radiant top of spine, base of head, central column of light
accommodates growing strength within infinite beckoning
locked into space/time intelligent life force of all creation
to become one / to love the other as self / to serve in a spirit of togetherness:
-exalted joy in every moment - there is nothing else to strive for that makes any sense
-the love of everything I do or not do - my purpose is love, my very existence is love
-recognition that the mirror is the mission - everything I see is a reflection of who I am
-another breakthrough, another release of now, another unique expression of the absolute
-this frequency is undefinable or it’s called free will
what shall I create today?
My intention is to consciously invite spirit into my life in each and every moment.
In the morning, it's easy. I feel that I am. I know beyond thought. My body suspends, then levitates, and my spirit soars.
At night, before bed, I pray for light to be with me as I rest and dream. I reach a desired state of joy. I expect my subconscious wants to have a good time.
During the day, my dear heart and soul can sometimes forget.
I breathe. I meditate.
I think, "I am right next to you. I hold you. I'm inside of you. I am you."
I affirm. I tap.
I say, "Even though I might not consciously be connected to spirit in every moment, I accept this and I choose to love myself anyway."
My higher self retorts smartly, "Do you actually think spirit does not exist with your best interest in mind in each and every moment? All of exprience is spirit. All of everything is love."
life has to be more chance than planned
improv in front of a mirror if you need proof
trust your fucking star family
they’re the whole reason you’re doing this
how can you lose a bunch of aliens and yourself too
suspension of belief in reality in order to write or dance
write in the air and your dancing feet don’t touch the ground
poems are fucking fun dirty old dances with words and then they feel all new again
becoming old and dirty becoming a dance poem becoming a feeling of all new again
this ambiguous/exultant known/curious dancing/writing of eternal soul
let go and allow for the fucking now moment already
always receiving something you are sending out
now a musical of high bells low drums and desires of how you want to feel
alternate wave forms of many fucking mind/body/computers of how you want to feel
you know something special’s happening and you celebrate this sacred fucking life
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birds were right on top of me
colours were right inside my eyes
life peers into a new day
experience rushes through a sliver of window
I am supposed to be in bed resting
I am waiting for this tension to surrender
squirrels were jumping through my heart
sensations were nestled at my feet
I am supposed to be sleeping and dreaming
I am wishing for this poem to seep out
words were right on top of me
voices were right inside my ears
expression needed this opening
I allowed these gentle words
the entire universe in a speck of dust
forward moving while staying in the same place
slowing down at the speed of light
aware of each moment and lost in time
focused and daydreaming
knowing nothing and knowing everything
in body and out of body
wanting and not wanting
relaxed and anxious for more
not enough time and all the time in the world
resisting and receiving
alone and connected to everything
dying and becoming more alive