I’d like to facilitate a letter to myself and address it with No Doubts

Because to worry about what WE were and are in the past deflates potential future fates and negates the ability to therefore participate in true intellectual debates with your mates.

So remind yourself of this from Chime to chime  and stop to embrace your natural vibration and Exist...

Before you become a passive observer in the almighty abyss and regret the time when you regretted anything and missed...

Anyone or anything that isn’t done and doesn’t sing ...

The praises of an impervious to bliss existence that leans into the sacred and gives it an eternal kiss

Payed and Earned dues, and learned virtues that you’ll never ever lose, as you laugh at your old life and abuse

The illusion of Hope burns your hands like a Rope as we all slip and slide down a cosmic coaster ride and meteoric rain shower combusted with robust brain power that dances in the caves through the waves of relativity and drips illicit acid drops along your spine that diligently remind you of the immaculate feeling of being Divine.