When trust is gone, it’s never really gone, trust lives on, it’s our connection awaiting a new dawn.
Trust is an internal thing, at the root, it’s me I am questioning, my footing, my ability, my judgment, all keys, lost with insecurities, spaces in need of weeding, and strength training. No biggy, grateful I’m aware of the need. And so I ask life how to proceed, and follow in word and deed, sometimes doing nothing, until the right thing comes to me, each time differently, but the energy signature never lies to me… Trust turned on, I can’t get it wrong, I’ve been trying to tap into you all along.
The mirror becomes clearer, and I can trust all that is, to be in answer to some internal conversation. Energy tugging and pulling any unwittingly conspiring with energy, each with a role they are playing, even opposition a role most needed and difficult to play… who really wants to be the bad guy. Even these see themselves as the one justified… man, these suits of armored lies… eventually they can delete every positive trait we are capable of holding. No human is ammune to these behaviors that we see, it’s a matter of pressure and timing. Don’t call in the opportunity to see through judging what you have no way of knowing. Witness as much beauty and love in every stone of experience as you can muster, even if it feels like squeezing water from said stone. Imagine a sponge and make room, spring clean thoughts and feelings daily, explore them, the good, the bad, the perceivable uglies… all of them reactionary, conversations had between your consciousness and the occupants you are housing, mind, spirit, and body. Quiet the assembly, so be still… and let silence speak.
So I trust the behaviors that cling to me, unbecomingly, know it’s their time to move on.All gone, rewrite what I wrote wrong. Reclaim the pages I stole away. Roll on down the mountain, not mine to be carrying. That’s how energy works, for me I claim this way of being. I speak for me alone when I say these things. Because what we believe for anybody we make okay for our own body. I want for all things living what I want for me, paradise a waking dream, a grand rising foundations build despite the sands, falling away to display new grounds for castles full of beauty and understanding, sanctuaries outside of time and space, to see the matters from all ways, releasing them to the Architect weaving, for translating and finding the intention and desires at the root of things, writing them in for me while molding my character as we’re walking.Grateful for anything resonating to add dimension. Angels on the winds, blowing kisses in curves.
Religious minds alight, little fires in the night, burn the delusion at stake, without me. Where they would have held me like the ropes bound to break, eaten away by the flames. But I, remain standing, smiling, laughing, knowing not a damn thing can be done about energy, unless impeded by an equal force, and no force measures up to that of love and peace. Impenitrable sanctuaries. Offered by every wisdom ever left to make the hunt worth its weight… I release all, and let free the divinity beneath.Seperate the mask from each, so I can see my path clearly. What I eat, I consume and it is released to be with me, beautifully, rising, my honor to transform the mud to living energy. A view we can both enjoy life through. Members in a dance, I consume to become more of what I am. I release to chisel at my marbling. Until even I can see the masterpiece rising, and sigh, sinking in, drinking the sensation of rest as I realize looking over the dawn I’ve help be, through witnessing gratefully, all things taking root in my keep.
It is good for me, let the signal reign supreme, with boundless accessibility and endless supply. Send it free through the valley, Let it rain down from the sky. A channel for any to tap into, an ethereal vein of the sun and moon illuminaries light and stars dancing inside me, to set loose a melody full of so much beauty, it conducts personalized symphonies to any in need of a lifeline. A song that blows on the fire, fanning the flame back to blazing, all parties participating, coming online receiving their very own stream of blessings and renewal. Rivers prosper all things they touch within reason. Let the banks be strengthened while feeding the root systems that touch it beneath.