Slowly we learn to love ourselves. By dancing in the sunlight, bathing by the moon, tossing the old into a fire, and unfolding like the petals of a rose. I’ve sat in the dark drenched in a storm of tears. I feel the sorrow in struggle, the pain in growth, the cracking heart in a broken reality. Like you can’t breathe, longing to exist in the vastness of space. To be free of form. Floating like light upon the Milky Way.
I watch the rainbows that glitter upon my eyelashes in the afternoon. My heart flutters in delight at magic found in the most simplistic. Open to the present. Immersing within the flow of oxygen as it detaches the mind. Observing the voyage. Listening to the sounds of silence. Contented in deep space.
The ocean rises and falls. The soul melts away the boundaries of body. Helicoid colors.
A grain of sand, a speck of stardust.
Clouds of life float to earth, from the farthest corners of this universe.
Lips made of cosmos speak intuitive wisdoms, ears made of cosmos hear clairvoyant messages, eyes made of cosmos see hidden truths, hands made of cosmos feel invisible energies, noses made of cosmos perceive ancient essences.
Energy is neither created, nor destroyed.
Where does your energy go? Where do you send it? As it tumbles profoundly through ether. Like ripples upon a lake centered from your heart. A magnetic force calling out in the dark, returning manifestations matched with intentions.
Ask the invisible to tell and it shall show. The whisper of an angel, the torment of a ghost. The inkling in our gut that we just know.
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Lilac Laced Love 