Coffee Talks: Cut the BS, It Tends to Get Thick, Quick… Then grows like a weed

I can’t seem to give myself an inch, I become a total bitch, if I allow it. Been through one too many scenes with other houseguests I’ve kicked out of me. As if taunting, I can’t touch you, but I have these… Watch how we can contort you using their strings. The final squeeze of the disease can last a lifetime for the weak. Things that I left behind me and because I don’t want to be engaged in a battle of wills. I swallow the hard pills and get on with it. They start to go down easy. Practice, the art of perfecting a thing. Until I do it as easy as I breathe. I get no allowance, no exceptions, need to learn my lesson to ‘fish’. Sat over the toilet, purging energy, held in my stomach. Clench. Release, out with the old, in with all that becomes me proceeding. This Limbo has been discombobulating to say the least, but its lesson, Everything. It’s beautiful to embody the nothing, a comparison of physicalities. A game that feels hilarious to me. Like watching actors overpaid to relay the real thing, synthetically, not showing the mundane moments forming glue between each scene. I see things a little differently. When I learn, I’m conversating with the strings, The strings in me strumming to draw out the truth resonating beneath the appearance of playthings. We are vessels full of energy. Whatever we entertain, too eats. Dynamics form, strung between, sorting, and choosing what resonates with relevant energies. Or music can quickly become clanging. Noise to be noisy, cause it feels like nothing hears me. Get over it, ride the high-highs, keep the sails full of wind through the valley. Remember, little B, Above and beneath, within every thing… equations and intersections… all reflections bringing the dross and treasure to the surface alike in me. Best drawn out through the heat, removing what causes deformities in my energies. No conforming but to the blueprint I came in on. Here to burn my debts, or so my name says, the little grove set alight, to burn and become a new scene. A phoenix rising in the heart of humanity. I hope it reflects in everything I see, for myself and every other body. Set on their feet, to dance in newfound freedoms, and so within be without, all the beauty, leading and guiding, until great expectations become the stairs we each climb to our heavens. All of it stems from the same seeds. end to beginning, each drop a slice of the greatness sent to cultivate a space in their own land. Each tree to form the forest… Funny to imagine, a wormhole into the secret garden, little colonies formed over centuries. Living bodies, roots extending behind the scenes. Tethers and dreams. The art of taking in air. And release to be viewed as a gift, an energy exchange with the giants serving silently. Varieties as seen in trees, all working magic for their surroundings playing out learned symphonies Then deciding if they want more of the same thing, or to step out into the unknown. Requesting something new. More like, access to what has always existed. I will keep myself in check, and be obedient to the intuition that’s been my guide ‘home’. So spread the way, and allow me time in the sun within me. Basking in the luminaries. Allowing them to warm my complexion, and cure me of my complexities until I am full to bursting with simplistic understandings, little asking, butterfly wings flapping, unfolding into happenings. At the root, it all comes down to one thing. Love for what I’m uncovering, my first love, joy, and duty. To get to know myself better through all things. I seek similarities and so find peace and comfort in knowing. In our ever-shifting differentness, we all are members of the same forest… too easy. Fuckin… sweet. The symphony of laughter and popcorn, popping. The smell of entertainment filling each scene. Grateful for guidance and direction found upon reflection. No deflecting, and so I see the path ever before me in silver streams. Find me following in the footholds left by the one conducting. Hopscotching across the pavement, grow up? How about in, and besides I tried and it’s much more fun to come alive, thrive, and enjoy the growth as it happens without my realizing it… Until someone finds me again for a shared reflection that finds them wondering where I have been. The writer in me, loves a good story, and so I’ve been out seeking and allowing each leap to find me and spin me into spaces I’ve never seen, daily, until I know the garden I keep perfectly, nurtured, and tended as I find brings out the ever best in me. I’m finding Life is, and isn’t what it first seems, we’ve only forgotten the first thought we came in thinking, and became further away when following the lead extending, going as far into the deception of a faulty reflection, this space is but a shadow until we shine the light we bring.