She's not a poet She who was lost though sometimes I've found, whom decisions are caged and bound. who lives in life full of poison, who knew how to rhyme a misery, who was in the midst of emotion to carry. She's not a poet, She's just a sad soul who wants to express and spill metaphors.
All calamity bes under your feet not stepping on your head eye gazes up to above not down to below a silken light thread spun thru human allness spinning the body to its ascending
It feels time now ahead bes disappearing as does time before senses becoming more liquefied and amplified to a present state of light being.
All time bes vibrational memory you see a mental recollection re activated thru sloppy attention to thinking its there as nothing old becomes new and nothing new becomes old a new activation bes required to embody more of all light to become a more expanded version of ones human and divine self.
We be getting closer to instant manifestation meaning thought becoming a physical reality to immediate effect with no time lapse between the vibrational activation and its manifestation in physical form thru action in its all.
It be most important to pay attention to the vibe rate velocity and emotional essence scenting from the body, your sign to nature the vibe that bes calling to you vibe rates spinning in harmony with you as it bes.
Being observant to the physical behaviour in mind or about you activates the vibe rate and puts a spin to you toward materialization in your reality
remember you spin it first and then it bes spun to you and becomes visible to you
you be creator you be not created by creation about you.
Looking at any object gives it purpose and ties you to that purpose mentally and vibrationally as you tell its story you write it and live it as does all this bes happening all over you at all turn of events thru time.