I see you. I am doing my best not to invest any energy.
beginning to realize that’s only feeding the stagnancy…
Skirting the edges of my reality. Never far away, always my periphery.
I think we both know we can do better than this.
Ah, the counterfeit. Come here you little bitch…
So now. I must ask you, shadow me,
what is this bullshit you’ve dug from our underbelly?
Why am I being met with all this static?
Why are you regressing to a howler monkey?
Hollering and tossing crap at me…
I thought you said you’d handled this funny business?
Why do you have to get your hands into everything?
Can’t you see the mess it is making? The toll it is taking?
Get it together, you’re making us look less. Buck up. Suck it in.
Then blow it out and maybe even scream. Into a pillow, into the air.
But be aware, what you cast is what you receive, trust and believe...
It all amounts to something. So stop complaining.
It will get you nowhere so fast.
And when we get there, it will be me to kick your silly ass.
Do soldiers get to put down their weapons when the enemy drives in?
Do mothers get to demand they go back in when the birth pangs set in?
Do movers and shakers come from bluffers and fakers?
Do lasting empires come from givers, or takers?
Don’t you dare say the latter, show me one.
Get it together little hen… we have to plant this garden.
And if you choose to sit there pouting, not forming your stance…
At least admit that it’s because you won’t, and not that you can’t,
Be in this moment with me, we need to own these, or nothing will ever grow in me.
I need you to come into agreement, friendly fire doesn’t suit you, Under Bernie…
my beautiful little refracting beam, stop struggling brilliant friend to be…
come, be at peace with me. Let’s stretch our wings. It’s a season for soaring.
Let’s bask in remembering the last time we went dancing.
I’m picturing you twirling with me.
Curls sailing over a sundress you love best.
The heaving of your sunkissed chest, laughing.
Emerald portals consume the joyous scene,
as we sync to the feeling of living in our shared dream.
This is when you love life best.
You… are my treasure chest.
So please, help me… stop blocking our blessings
by being bitter and bitchy.
Thank you much,
In Infinite wisdom and love, we trust.
-cohabitating consciousness