Thank you for listening. Thank you for speaking back to me.
I accept the endless synchronicities and scenes that amaze me,
as they pour unceasingly into my life.
I accept everything Alive as it comes to me in all Its majesty.
I witness the resurrection of dead energies within my mind.
Only to find the effect surrounding and healing in reality.
I believe in whatever approaches me and its ability to teach me something.
Help me gather the lessons and complete each assignment.
Let me see what it looks like to return to alignment
while treating all beings with dignity in the process.
Let the seed I spread be riddled in peace, joy, and wisdom.
Let endless flowers of love bud from them.
Sparking a deep desire for brotherly love in all I meet.
Offering a little kindling to start fires to the wheat and the weeds.
Some burn down to ashes, while others turn to gold and priceless seasoning.
There’s no way of knowing the difference between each until they’re done growing.
Sometimes the heroes and villains blend perfectly while they are maturing,
little green things with fresh leaves pointing in careless directions,
In the end, it’s all in the fruit each is capable of producing.
Nothing out of the ordinary until something takes them and lifts them away.
To a time and place in space outside of the ordinary and in that moment, things change.
Belief, a faith in something, and then it cracking and shaking.
The shell of protection breaking making way while they dig in
Deep roots and programmed to picture the shadow they may cast someday.
Some things are left comfortably floating, restlessly sleeping,
on autopilot forever cycling through the in-between.
Neither living nor dying until there’s nothing left of what had been at the beginning.
And the character just ceases to be… trip walking through life like a zombie.
like a fairy in a world of unbelief, barely maintaining enough dust to stay awake.
Oh, the archetypes we carry dormantly, how uniquely we experience each,
A library only a few pay attention to, sadly unexplored vastly,
yet made to be easily accessible to anybody.
Don’t allow anything to dolefully drift away with the best in me.
Send out the invite universally. If you come, come playing.
Disconnection is a disease, a lack of all beauty and motion.
Each encompassed by it is left quiet, disturbed by lives concoction,
Suspicious over its intentions.
Until they learn to keep their lids on permanently. An unnatural thing.
instead of learning to be semipermeable intuitively. Naturally nurturing.
Little cocktails roaming endlessly, seeking entertainment mostly,
quiet chemical reactions just waiting for a little catalyzing to happen.
Secretly hoping for something, anything confirming the timing…
… and everything besides, is just right for me.
Walking blind, missing sign after sign of the timing
until the furnace starts to pump heat and the temperature is climbing.
Then from the pot, as we boil or freeze come aromas of my ancestral family tree.
Visitors inside my skin leak in from the line,
the hereditary surfacing to weave in with my fabric.
Guardians, and teachers to guide and aid the decisions that don’t come easily.
Offering wisdom in little bites to keep from blowing my mind or overwhelming my reality.
Beautiful highlights and glimmering insights leave me chewing constantly.
Helpful encounters happen without even thinking too much about it.
I find myself thanking the deepest intentions digging into me daily.
Thankful the Author sees it fitting to carry my character when the burden weighs in on me.
Thank you for looking out properly and never letting me swing in blindly without backing.
Tough times, make tough people, tough people make better times.
These better times lead to one of two directions.
A fear faced revealing the gift of a life-defining peace
One that leads to creating uniquely with grace and ease.
Or murderous treachery and crimes against humanity
under the guise of greater goods.
It’s in times like these, the outstanding, the bold and bearish,
The outlandish and eccentrics begin arising in each variety for further reflection.
Introspection, I for one have seen many, both friend and enemy staring back at me.