In the comfort of fear
She sat
Unmotivated
And yet, controlled almost
Like a deer running from the gun smoke
Or maybe a pit stop some place between her kingdom
And the place she needs to see…
She reaps.
As the harvest comes…
So does she.
Take refuge in those that love you.
The creativity is the s(ed)uction of the all of it – she would go, but not without resistance first.
Memories are just a mirror of the thought of a past energy. The intangible essence – it penetrates.
It fleshes my soul like the interior doorways of my mind.
It finds me some place in the night…some place I render all my walls hidden in a room of the unknown and to never really know – in all the worlds.
We all live.
Not just one.
There are pockets.
Even inside our own dreams –
Of our reflection.
Finding the only truth is…. presence.
It’s tough to witness one commit slow suicide…over years. By way of heartbreak and the overallness of never feeling enough —is an epidemic. Not a symptom.
The underlying component of our programming is so embedded most do not see…you/we are more than enough.
Eternally.
Words are how all things are called into our life. If you don’t want them to manifest – don’t say them. Simple.
Sin or syn is essentially broken down from Greek to, “miss the mark”.
Who decides the placement of said mark? It’s an unattainable point line and speaking of the contrary in which words play…is in fact, who decides what each word means?
My belief is not based on a transference of thought to another mind.
they use a lot more words now it seems..at least more cognizant…like the word, narrative. (in flavored teas)
I don’t recall using narrative in the 90s…nor from others…the words are words..and…you, see…
..must we want to expect from a dim light of reference? The light is the only way to walk, and not…last.
she said, it’s right.
and, I believe go forward.
In the everlance.
she brings birth
to the biggest life…and
her…
legs..they move toward the gathering of the all
she had of me.
The belief is always upward and onward…and if you stay in the same place…I gotta leave you…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you(s).
Much love,
All of me.
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