yet again,
born amongst confusion.
options
to create tunnel vision that leads to
misguided directions.
leads to the blatant miss of self.
lead to the breakdown of me,
all my philosophies,
my dear.
release choice, abandon the notion
I am somebody.
dissolve the judgement,
my nature knows not
of these vibrations.
my nature, devour these noises.

true beauty from my vantage point
true blessing of motherhood
desires controlled
ego losing its companion.
self, aware of my voice, now.
self, aware of my ecstasy,
of my memories.
calling the end to accepting
new imprints
that signal warning
that perpetuate the climate being warmed
and the matter of past matter
released into space.
free energy to create again and again…
calling and end to my madness.
insanely choosing anything
again and again.
tip toed to free.
now opening to my truest possibilities.
I was always free.

energy has a new burst
bubbling oozing out.
I have no space for their identity.
so I replace it.
so I commit to communication.
so I move forward
peacefully
abandoning all sadness, grief and misery.
I inject my fingers,
high into space.
I learn to play the strings.
I do as I am
and I calm.
perhaps my next birth will be amongst peace.