I see the world through the emeralds Life gifted me,
it’s no wonder the green speaks volumes eternally drawing and calling.
I love the trees. I love the grass beneath me, I love the brown and red it’s covering.
I love that what runs in my body, seems to be,
a small expression of everything naturally growing around me.
If this is, then maybe my way of being is to be bea|u|tifully.
Just here, picking daisies and gathering wonder from my surroundings.
Listening and hearing things that speak deeply to me.
I’m learning to trust and let go of what my insides ask me to release.
I am here to see and understand more completely the secret key;
I am not this body, I’m a spirit-fueled soul on a quest to be mentally free.
I am here. To Be Me as I Am and Will to Be.
Okay, what does this even mean?
Here I am; presently means my body is resting,
feet kicked up to the heater while my fingers move tirelessly
conveying the sensations and expressions the best way I can.
Gathering thoughts at the periphery of my being for expulsion from ‘Me’.
Until ‘who am I?’ becomes who I am strongly authentic;
and ‘what am I doing?‘ shifts into harmonic movement,
A directive; I am doing anything that feeds the |me|.
and everything I feel drawn to is drawn to |me|;
until my questions resound as directions for my following.
In this way of being, being present means:
a brand new presence surfaces daily…
Seeking to find the blueprint locked inside each…
Who is bold enough to face this reality?
Live and let live in the flesh. An internal stand.
I surrender to receive everything meant for me.