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I go outside and see

the birds and the bees

Listen to the wisping wind

and whispering of the trees

Open up my eyes

and let my mind begin to bleed

out through my skull

and into everything

Look up, watch the clouds drift by

and feel the passing breeze

and as my head’s becoming light

I see the sun begin to blink

Everything’s alive

and It is breathing rhythmically

I leave the cave behind

To exhume the world from in my dreams

Flowering Light

Ascension cannot happen without stepping back to examine one’s shadow. Three steps forward and one step back is still moving in the right direction. To own the present moment and embrace without expectation or disappointment; to integrate and elevate and validate in cycles of breath and breadth, without seeking sated self in other, is to shed dead weight. 

I am free. I am free. I am free. 

I have always been intimately, utterly myself.

I invoke hope, and truth, and communion and community. I invoke Love to flow through me. I am one with Truth’s Reality. There is no fear that binds me. No darkness blinds me. I am light shining divinely through. I am a crystallized sun and a holographic moon. I am the rebirth, and I am the womb. 

I bloom. I bloom. I bloom.

Where there is loss we can be sure love exists We couldn’t have sorrow if there never was bliss

The Fool

The sudden epiphany of absurdity when reality has a way of mirroring us like a funhouse That explosion of laughter and the relief that comes with it: that it’s not so serious I’m talking to myself of taking the plunge Jumping off the cliff with not a doubt in my heart that I will fly and I’m listening to root chakra frequencies but I didn’t even realize until I saw myself in the mirror The truth? I want to hold a hand as I soar in metaphor My feet still rooted to this land for I know there’s more So much to explore but I can’t do it alone I won’t All passion pouring out of a hole in the bottom of my sinking heart I was always willing to drown dissolve become an ocean before

Starry Eyed, in the Cold of Space

nothing goes without first being and I am clambering in this cloying, oppressive heat making moves to rise, or pull the sun down and thus, again, in solar matrimony with moon sleeping sideby my aching dreams i am cosmic catastrophe amidst the emptiness of sordid petrification steam drifting, careless, in a nightless dimension wherefore should light clarify, if only by dissolving me to revolutionary inconstancy all things change deranged, nonsensical, heavy aired beguiling abominations of nought heat pulsates, water breathes suspended we are baking lest we recoil to shadows basked in memories of once been dreams that now wither, stagnate grasping at an instance of dominion