Find me some wholeness. Just a little rest.
Want to close my eyes and invest, no flex.
Time to receive my best. Get out of my head.
No vacancy for low vibrations. That’s what I said,
use the backdoor you came in from.
My sanctuary doesn’t house the dead.
I’m calling love home. Come to find me where I am in this reality.
Be within me, advance, and take a chance to plant the seed.
It’s now or never seems to be a theme in my life lately.
Never is nothing really. Not a state of being,
but an illusion. A projection never to be, see?
The absence of something. Interesting.
So let everything positive reign supreme.
No more never, and nothing;
Let only the best seeds grow in me.
I’m ready to become whole internally.
Whatever that might mean, whatever I might be.
I am ready and waiting, accepting everything made for me.
I bloom into a cosmic rose tree, wild and unconventional.
All because I mused over a life lived as an anomaly with no resistance in me.