us humans—we are a powerhouse for change a true celestial force to be reckoned with
did you know that when we clap down here on earth our neighboring planets are affected by it?
so when we cry until we cant feel our face or when we laugh until our bellies ache the whole Universe feeels us shake
our vibrations are so much louder than we think we are so much more powerful than we could ever see our thoughts literally become things all of consciousness is woven into a blanket of all that we think
and mostly we are unconscious in how we guide our self talk but it’s never too late to remember what we forgot
create a whole entire new you with the new patterns you grew
so let’s make more room for healing our lives by rearranging our mind into a catalyst for light
The light tail of the tail light leaves me blue in the dark hues … when it carries away what I belong to… Unfolding the tar-black sky of asphalt, the longest arm of missing you… My body is now the distance between us, big and empty, The bigger, the emptier, thinner than air… As time piles up, my ladders turn into pointless meters Measuring the ratio of nothing in everything
My mind the ocean Waves crashing, always changing. Ships sinking, Sitting on the ocean floor, forgotten. Ships thriving, Discovering new land, flourishing. Ships sculpted, Brand new, setting out to sea- Freshly crafted. The ships like my sailing thoughts, Wandering. Expanding. Forgotten.
I lay here waiting in my skin for the tearing of the membrane that seperates this world from the next one and I let myself get carried along by a fresh stream of reasoning until I flare up in the dark like a new species of amoeba
this balancing and spinning around on an atom and just not falling off it becomes boring at times and maybe because of that sporules once landed here to grant us the possibility of another possibility
I lay here waiting and I manage not to drown just like only an almost newborn baby can and being born in 1983 means nothing here in the swelling infinity of the abnormal
my skin has been waiting for new atmospheres for decades and the touch of unknown forms makes me shudder with raw impervious happiness because invisible energy effervesces alongside my arms and the eyes in my skull could be anyone’s right now
suddenly the waiting is forgotten and I wallow myself in the gathered fairy tales of every soul that preceded me carelessly astonished and uncapable of understanding the seriousness of this absurd life
inside me irrational poetry dances like a tribe jumping around a bonfire
outside the universe dances her own eternity round and round