Eventually it will end. This life as me. This life of Taylor. So here I am now, writing. It has been too many moons, since I last posted in this space. I have been afraid of my words, afraid of my voice, afraid of my power, afraid to walk towards my calling.
Why? A good question. I fear feeling stupid, less than, unworthy. Perhaps caused by the pressure to be something. Something. Something. A thing of some. But just by being we are some thing. Until driven to prove existence worthy, to derive meaning from experience.
Writing exposes all vulnerabilities; and so I fear of being ripped to shreds, here where I am naked. I fear looking back and casting judgement or shame upon the self.
However, the inevitability of the end brings me back to fearlessness.
One day I will cease to exist, at least in this physical form I find myself now; and so while I witness, I must tickle this piece of my heart. To share in the preservation of my individual eyes searching to understand and connect deeper within the universe. I rip these chains from my soul. I speak. I standup, to be in witness, to walk into the unknown. I align to stars, to truth, to heart, to soul, to being, to believing, to dreaming, to spirit, to healing, to momma earth, her oceans, and the vast infinite space.
This is the visual spiral of my DNA.
The challenge is to meet here daily. Short form, long form, poetry, gibberish. What comes will come. What will be heard will be heard. Imperfections. Infectious pondering. Meditations. Observations. Wanderings. Love for the world. Dreams. Failures. Fatigues. A journal of sorts for the open hearted soul.
I feel at home, in this breath of expression.
I vow to the creation of art. I dedicate this art to all. Inspired by life. Driven by consciousness. Constantly awakening to eyes anew. Refreshing the body. Shaking away the pain. Loving deeper, diving farther, reaching higher.
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Lilac Laced Love 