The more we deviate from our intuition, for fear of discomfort or opinions flung from the galleries. External things, Talk, unaware their tongues are spinning wheels into motion. Inspiring the real thing to lift its head and deliver what they’ve been suggesting as possibilities cosmic joke unfolds as the punchline drops the mic to the floor There. Is. No. Outside. Other.
I’m the only one who can turn on me meaningfully. I’m the only one who knows my story thoroughly, same as any body I meet. A treasure chest containing insights unseen. Crossed paths for some reason. I can only know what they tell me, mind, spirit, and body, neither above or beneath, but in this moment with me.
I answer to the journey, none outside of me carried the weight of decisions for me, I made them to the best of my ability. Life is teaching me the way it always has, experience, currency. Radical happenings with an air of normalcy, as they happen per the usual.
I respect each soul containing vessels’ ability to carry and ride the wave they came in with. Teammates at the very least, a forest full of trees, we all work together above and beneath what the eye can reach. Communicating through underground systems. Electric pulsing, tapped in, unified in direction. Down, up, and out, ever to expand in all directions.
Upward mobility as far as the eye can see. Growing together, thickening, until forming a unified heartbeat. Wind highlights the beauty as it sings through the peaks and valleys covered in stumps full of leaves. Friendly in parting, invaluable in passing. A needed role in the journey. I have no rights to the choices of others, and they no rights to me. We come together and further or become further in deed.
Blown each by their own warm winds. Taken different ways by characteristics and traits contained in each, evolving, energy building in each their directions. To me, each moment is a love note, Tossed by me, trusting, choices and decisions lead to something beyond me. Expecting judgment, rather than acceptance my greatest opposition.
I put these swords away. Silly me. Blushing. I forgot for just a moment, that we all came in singing unique songs. I should have been learning to find harmonies; instead of relying on being loud to be heard or seen, and held up a mirror to remind me, I needed to listen to my stream and see myself, or nothing will be clear to me. Shadow boxing. Suddenly, under the spotlight, I feel at peace with my being. I forgive these past natures from me, offer them rest in the ground beneath my feet, feeding the roots I keep.
The rest released as steam, let loose to rise to the sky above me. Sent with a kiss. An offering to the trees resting between, I hope they feast. Sometimes I play along with songs that come to me. Acting as glue and a steady beat between bars sent for strength training. Others’, I spend spinning symphonies specific to my journey. Only to find strings I send are picked up at the other end. With excitement, catching fire, and becoming, an anthem of life unfolding into new scenes beyond my wildest dreams. Full circles and hues yet to be seen, incoming, I allow life to be impressive.
The better I get at humming mine the more I find my mind on my design, no comparison, architect of dreams, brought from inside blueprints into the daylight. I see the similarity in that no matter the view each set of eyes sees from their perspective. Reflecting over details, inspecting beauty reflexive, Let me see what You see. And suddenly, I see life in things, that left to me, would remain unseen… a living puzzle piece in each. Blueprints waiting to be awakened. Set loose by the cages containing. Free birds learning to spread their wings