Step into the sun and strip.
All the weight. All the low-hanging motives plaguing my body.
Come awake. Let me see your true state. Ah, another parasite.
What’s your name? My nakedness is asking.
The energy at hands’ laughter is empty.
I… am depressing. It hums lowly.
My game is depression.
Interesting… My nakedness is soaking in the revelation.
But I asked for your name, and I didn’t say please.
And I told you. Behold, my name is my function.
And since I know you’re next question.
Laughter and close connections are my Achilles.
Of these unctions, it’s Love’s elixir that kills me…
Its presence casts me from any vessel that’s home to me.
I am the victim in actuality since its unction is an inevitability.
A gift offered to any being able to love themselves purely.
A balm for the wound inflicted by me is agape energy.
That’s all I have to say, really, now you’ve exhausted me.
Alright. Depression. Anxiety. Fear. Uncertainty. Self-loathing.
Any low-energy vibration is expelled from me.
Be released or burnt to nothing.
Either way, don’t be afraid of the new terrain,
Jackels and vultures were made for desert wandering.
This practice of imaginal catch and release is how I maintain belief.
It’s how I stay alive in love and thrive. I’m watered by curiosity.
Gratitude is the ‘how to’ to fruition. I set my intentions daily, co-creating.
I step into the sun and wave, soaking in all it has to offer me.
Saying thanks for rising another day above me, guiding, feeding.
Thanks for shining with me, in me, and through me. Catalyzing.
Thanks for becoming me, so I could become anything.
A beautiful transformation. A little Vitamin D therapy to rejuvenate me. Redefined into an unknown.
Preservation. A thousand lifetimes stream through one mind. Until I am compassionately inclined.
Fed by the divine in me. Until it’s noticeable externally. Telling myself what resonates deeply.
A lifeline vibrates heavily to warn me when I’m getting close to sharp edges in my surroundings.
Won’t catch me saying dangerous things flippantly. Always uplifting. Even if it takes a beating.
Until I fear nothing. I try everything that approaches me, leaving no stone unturned if it reaches for me.
What’s mine will be, so I wait patiently spinning gold from straw until it comes to me.
While I wait, I picture the taste. I’m grateful to see it approaching only to realize I’ve been running away.
Being chased, and I am finally turning, ready to receive my blessings fully, everything for all of me.
The darkness, the ashes, the ugly transformed into beauty instantaneously.
Every last piece, along with the joy and peace needed for the journey.
Salivating, imagining a million beautiful outcomes while also knowing intuitively.
Nothing I imagine will come close to the real thing, the one meant for me.
I am catching glimmers in the desert sands. Mirages of kings and queens dance with me,
keeping my tired feet from burning in the heat. The lion. The white Tiger.
The deep blue breathing through everything. A thousand names are contained in a single endless stream.
Whispered in secrecy birthed by instinctually acting, impulsively, recklessly following intuitions as they come to me.
Calling, knocking, inviting me to be all that I can be.