Those chills today,
were merely child’s play.
It was the best I could convey,
Without being too cliché.
Congrats on going down south;
For chasing after that spark.
Entering the canyon’s mouth,
And witnessing the whirling bark.
For meditating under that ark.
For spreading purple creativity;
You certainly left a mark.
Did you notice how vividly
this place exposed your dignity?
Now, I hope you keep an eye out for these occurrences,
To remind you of the world beyond perceptibility.
Stay attuned to these recurrences,
Let them lead you to contemplation.
Acknowledging the greatness within is the best affirmation.
And that’s a lot,
The written word is proof that materiality is not absolute. Our lives are not limited to the physical, though the attachment to visual stimuli may try to trick us anyway.
What is writing? Where is the birthplace of words? Language allows people to communicate across realms of consciousness. We each become a messenger for the home of thoughts, ideas, emotions…writing is a passageway for energies of the mind to manifest into physical reality.
Wow! What magic!
A day, oh what a day…
When no one else has a say
When there is no one forcing my stay
When there is no other delay
When I’m a million miles away
Radiating and absorbing warmth
Love without limits
No need to fly forth
Turn a vacation into a long-term visit
Following my heart
Sometimes tears relationships apart
But at the end of the day
Only I have the final say
Sinking into her worse enemy
She let the impulse control her once free mind.
Her visible exit is a mistake,
but it’s the only one she can find.
Regrets arrive before the attempt is complete;
She plays it off like it was no defeat.
She thinks that running away
will save the day
but really, she just was beat.