I never really got to thank you enough
For this, for caring, for being such an amazing friend, I never got to say thank you enough.

I remember losing myself in the ocean,
In the flower fields,
In the mountain range,
And in the universes that reside in your eyes.
I remember my heart fluttering at the sound of your chuckles,
I remember your voice that used to sooth my bleeding heart.

I loved you... and sometimes you loved me too.
I still have a little light left in this sepulchre of a heart,
I still see you there at times...

Sometimes the best version of you
is only found when you are your most vulnerable

Where are you from?
My answer is
Does it matter?
This question requires a five part answer

Where are you from?
When you say from?
Do you mean -
The road travel by me or my mom?

Where are you from?
If I say Somalia?
Will you leave it there?
Or ask me if I belong to the north, east or the south?  

Where you from, your accent is unfamiliar?
I know, language is imperative
when you're lost.

Where are you from?
The answer is nowhere
I am stranger to places
no matter where I call home.

Every subject and object
before your eye
in the mind
plays to you a story of itself
as you respond thru mental eye and emotion
an intermittent perspective to that you believe
be unfolding about you

it feels unusual to not respond this way
but we encourage you
to be alerted to every engagement you perceive in your reality
and lean back from the belief in it
to the essence it calls up in your body

this bes the point of activation
to all vibe rates spinning you
inspecting the spin proves to you its benefit or not.