On my feet swaying, feels as though water is running beneath.
There’s nothing but tiling. But I can feel the white sandy beach under each.
I’m giggling, fingers dancing above the waves as they spray, and wash over me.
The Sun Rays kiss my face and body, renewing my energy.
Married to the elementals materializing through me. Experiencing we, each.
I’m ready, come back to me. Swing if you have to, be true, and ready for release.
I feel how you feel, come to me for loving, let us each be what the other need.
You and me, we are the same thing. Living through a daydream.
Witnessing whatever comes, asking it to pass through me with grace and ease.
Affected, ellated, yes. Never jaded nor infected. Each wave with increased excitement.
Until my body is lifted, and shifted, the wound rinsed of old residue.
Members wearing the same body invited to the feast we’ve all prepared,
moment to moment each different and equally enchanting,
now all combining to be made what they were programmed to be,
by the architect of all things, the energy reminding me to breath without thinking, when I can’t bother to be present to breathe deep consciously, lost in the sauce I was given to live beautiful and free, not ever bonded to moments before each?
Out of sync momentarily, a memory, I receive and release, come be at peace with me, into each moment or be set free from my being, leaving me in unity and synced with the lifeline I came strung to only… no cords or oaths, no boasts, no vows, no bonds, or chains remain. All that followed my energy in, is released, I am set free fueled by the fire rising. No more addictions to pain, no more suffering. In it’s space, perfect understanding, paradise, a place inside of me. Into it’s fields I find my rest easily.
I am no longer tied to promises made before my earliest memories. All things I said well-meaning but never could have answered to. Different plans, requiring I break ever ‘curse’ from me, I give back the pieces. Solder me in gold. A fractured soul made whole, If I might be so bold. Bough and sold, at the price of fools rolled. Or so I’ve been told.
Life; take these and fulfill the need beneath leaving cracks and broken seams in my dreams, until each feather is plucked from my wings. A sitting duck. A silly goose with no covering, Or so it would seem….
…I submit, lighting up the night sky in our call sign. I know you hear me… Please, on all ends receive the promises left unredeemed by us each… I accept all blessings held back, for lifetimes, until I had no memories outside of the cells I carry. Come online and guide my being, until I pick up on the footprints I’m following.
To any moments in time that lie out of sink with my natural ability to grow, flourish, bear fruits I see internal to me. I invite you to move to the forefront, to all traits that developed for my need of security, any defense or smoke screen I’ve created falsely, all characteristics parasitic to my true identity are released and tossed to the furnace within me.
All foreign energy tugging for re-entry, trying to overcomplicate simplicity. Surrender and be released. I accept the immediate discharge of these. Purge the waste, and prune the tree. My acceptance and allowance are key, I submit both to the lifeline drawing me always forward… Let my heart be light as a feather, weighed and measured as priceless materials in timeless vessels. Star ships are made of skin…space men. In colonies, think about it, so many stories rising from the world inside mine alone… How amazing. Out of concert internal systems losing sync with the heartbeat and breathing patterns most natural to them. Forgetting the golden tool to uncovering anything. Ask, and expect the answer to rise inside and out of me. The bigger my belief the more the answer finds me through everything.
Show me everything and let the heaviness dissipate between.
Come into my sanctuary, let’s weave our strings together
so you are me, and I you. Another file is perfectly placed,
allowing space for new things to begin growing.
To come again only for reference in times of need,
a stronghold to guide any others in. When one wins, we all win.
I wait in excitement, joyous over each entry I witness through the scene.
Life is back on line it seems… Whatever that might mean.