Sometimes there is no label. No definition satisfactory to the one emersed in a thing. Sometimes a thing can only be defined by the person experiencing; and yet, the observers often talk the loudest. Sometimes time stops existing. In these moments the present moment is the only thing resting between me and the source of all my energy, this tears me to pieces and reconstructs my reality to seek beauty, wisdom, love, and peace over everything. So I receive it abundantly and everything else flows to me easily.
In other moments I’m ungrounded and tossed to the ceiling. My heartbeat, the only thing tethering me to my next breath, while my spirit rises above the scene to see and receive a dose of everything. I’m grateful to be growing. From seed into a sapling. I can only imagine the beauty that will bloom in me when my time for summer finds me.
Oh, to be in an oasis, me and my writing. Dancing in view of what created me. In a secret garden made, intimately catering to every desire I’ve ever dreamed of.
It keeps my tired feet walking while my eyes leak, a process exhausting my weary spirit, until it explodes from me, set free to fly into a new view of being. Then proceeding to guide me. The rock and the butterfly, co-existing.
My body, the tether to this heavy reality while its’ spirit soars the ethers protectively, a butterfly collecting the most delectable eats, gathering energetic substance and sweets, and bringing them into unity with me.
A King, A Queen, A kingdom, and a purpose designed with my blueprint in mind. Awaiting my acceptance of destiny, asking for great things, and rising from the ashes tossed to me. I accept these readily. All the while spinning pain into golden pearls of insight, I am grateful for these equally, but they need light soft love for rebalancing. Enter these into my stage of reality. Amaze, confound, and heal me into being the healer I was made to be.
I bask in my best intentions daily, waging a peaceful war against negative energies, simply by investing in telling myself better things. You are beautiful. You are kind. I love spending time with you. You are my best friend. You are loyal to the right things. I love that my intuition speaks truth and clarity and an abundance of high-vibrating experiences and people enter into my life. I am always learning new and exciting things that lead me deeper into a personal understanding of what was, is, and will be important to me, etc.
Under impressions like these, the sun shines eternally inside of me. I accept the gifts saturating my reality however they may come to balance the space once occupied by low vibrating emanations I’ve evicted from my sanctuary.
That was a really beautiful, and warmed me up inside.
Thank you for reading it <3