The perfection of triumph
to form a stellar nebula of what is
the next chapter arrives to collect
And bring it to a close
just to leave behind a smoldering corpse
the core expands as it does cool
after burning its hydrogen fuel
ejecting the he said she said tool
words covered in dew
brining a star's false twilight
as the flora swings back the curtain
drop into this deep well
of conscious fare
a direct deposit
a victor's enlightenment
standing from inside the vale;
a weakened canvas
without a promised word to spare
just a dithering of parting
from a sky lit window; all too stagnant
Where is there to hold cover?
What is left to hide behind?
of everyday depths
of everyday depths
a sunken ship
below the surface
Just a tousling back and forth
out through the mouth
puerile to the brain
the questions taste
Just a chirrup of a phrase
Into hollow shaded parts of hue
the lambency of a first call
and wishing it to be other
A bandwidth of loss
For the reward of two
In the interest of truth
Today is for creativity and the courage to act on the most natural creativity in order to achieve desired goals.
I am the gleam in the golden
The spark in the stone
I am the wave in the kite
The heart of its air
I am the last piece of pie
A sliver of hope
In a world that can’t feel
I keep on
I am a fresh page in my book
A property of strength
A witness to life
In the front of its mirror
I am the one
that fuels faith in my trust
to move forward and beyond
Infinity plays with my mind
In affirmative action
Every day is the vision
My creative flow unstoppable
Love's mysteries in souls do grow; but yet the body is a book.
Savour your scent nectar
Stay with me and the wisdom
I thought my aura left you
my eyes, my voice, my face,
caught between cracks of silent speech
You continue to recall me
Since we first met
I was not once taken
out of your memory
for a moment you became stronger
more defined in my absence
the temporary cannot make a sacrifice
it will not later claim
We dropped the knife
The bond already came
A Butterfly’s Eternity is born out of the source of all inner fulfillment
It cares not what the flower speaks, but what the vision states
in the back of its wings
In a state away from its side of the garden
It keeps on
Reminded of love
for what it does everyday
to find the flower
Remembering its why
The stillness of its knowing brings in the creative resilience
Even on rose’s alien stem
We dropped the knife. Remember?
You can move mountains with the greatest thorn.
You can do this.
I am in low power when I need to research, plan, and take charge then in high power when I need to be on the world's stage execute but also stay silent.
Both shifts are a balance between them that enables one to achieve a purposeful journey of love and life.
Careful with courage...
Deeply rooted truths
twisted breaths into
the loneliness took navigating through
the loss that came to me in baskets of highlighted mystery
the past achievers who didn’t survive
I made a promise to my ancestors
between my golden coins
lipstick buried in red dangling
Chair and purse
off it’s arch
Sit me back down on the groundedness
Bring me back to please
but why after you dismiss me?
To the dream awakening
don’t hurt me
protect my mind
whispers in my ear
I swear to my ceremony
I am careful with courage...
The dream was real
Felt by the drops of a summer moon resting in its orbit
I remember when your arms would coddle me at under silky sky mornings; gravity taking shape
Let the patterns listen to themselves
see what they see
through their window eyes
Let the numbers stand there
be what they are
in their bodies
when it equals soup and salad
without a price for bread
Let the silverware be tarnished
and cups clinch
only quiet figures hear
When we gazed into eyes on cut up streets
midnights in July
thinking about our untold stories
lightening August set off days apart
I began with love, hoping to stay there
I don’t want to leave another note
I don’t want to leave another note
I want a feather-bed to rest our heads on and make love
You have no idea how much the burgeoning of reminiscence relieves me when it costs not one molecule to love
to make us whole again and again
It’s free because it’s there
Feel the motions electric breeze like the wind
sometimes it places us on the pane
to watch us move
holds us in between the spaces
I am now in the scene of a precious transition inside and outside bream breathing in pink noise
washing away all that was left that came before restarting the scene
is an opportunity for the bird to saddle back on its wings
perch on the top of its one and only
and try again
saving what’s left of its oxygen
a single tree
meaning is without nothing
There is something there
these feelings pared
in our chemical reaction
evolving in our evolution
Let’s agree that
1+1= 3 years
and two turns into one squared
when they’re still there
there is no erasing
what has not been left undone
in the kind of ink
that makes a white board look
in the image of our golden chair
leaving its imprint scintillating
leaving their mark
underneath the lindens in the back and to the right
We used to taste the warmth of ripeness
in avocado green and lime juice press
no more pitted seeds
We’re standing there
from its new location
coming from an alternative universe
from a different place
Let the numbers stand there
be what they are
Let the math not add up
in their bodies
gravity taking shape
equal where we are
The knowing that we can be spontaneous beings in a world of uncertainty.
More now than ever before.
As artistic creators we can envision the truth of a moment in a dream, but still understand the causality that time moves on without us always being present to it.
Like molecules of human consciousness, our beingness moves through and through until they stand still.
We have to stand still sometimes too and allow all the noise that comes with the effort pass at the same time.
Loyal to who you are is what you have the power to create.
Ambition can be paced.
Your desire to produce and provide value will be fulfilled when you begin to share gratitude for the “I am” that you hold yourself to be in the back of your vision. That vision is a part of you.
That grand vision is your mind.
This is what God or the Universe has chosen for you to put back into the world for yourself, this is all you, so that can feel that come forth and be all that are for others.
on top of this mountain
ice translates the morning
into textured hues
a tempered mood
the gaps within the crevices
await their next patient
cover the sleet of past years
after Innocent expansion founded
prepared and ready to hear time to use its wiser words
readying to speak out on behalf of itself
the clocks of experience taught its distance in a cold hiding place
calling out beyond the peaks of this mountain: the shadow of its
fearful chasm persisted:
“You must find another way” shouted the early tinges of this sun’s glare
like a vein’s intentional gaze
Purple and green light
you're somewhere out there this mountain felt it
for all the sunsets God has ever named proclaimed it (in me)
heaven heeded the specific tone
the only thing needed: was to listen to it's causality
and so it acted upon the thought
like a silent note swirling around
franked for some time in the future
passing as bicycles
cross crossing the steep of this mountain’s hill
It got out of a maze that swiveled and turned at its intersection
no stick needed
shift and change positions
until it fits in
thoughts imagine colors
the picture stays in mind
I didn't act until I felt time holding my waist
the arteries opened up
wrapping me around in Chenille
moves its wand
whispers in this mountain’s ear
habits focus on the final flower
revisited in the dreams of the observed human looking down
persistence enwraps itself around the crevices
fills them graciously with consideration
the taste of specificity
In its human rapport
had been selected
This mountain’s end
does not replace the past
it’s fullness predicts the future
To be whole
(The most beautiful opportunity to live and to reign your love in)
Gold: What a perilous color
If you knew me you would complete this sentence: The dance of my hands...
Take away the ornamentals
If you were a maze I’d keep
the funnel going
And leave you on the ground
You keep trying
How can I refuse this history
Your eyes on me
In the times
I didn’t even know
I was scared
Metaphor of the golden chair:
Grounding in the chair
Stability and steadiness
A stained engraver of wisdom
A distanced observer
never goes away
without a floor
There can be no door
Sat in the corner with a cushion under
Do we spin and spin until we’re settled?
A sand dune still smiles
in its discomfort
Overhearing the conversation
Let’s talk about our night on the rooftop
I’ll I had to do was open my arms
Stick out my eyes tussle my hair
handprint my aura on your tongue
And still you persist
The shape of the chair
Obtuse and contained
Its insides are safest when left to its own devices shield itself from any interrupters
Sun rays spanning
Gift giving celebration
A secret wish
It turns on it sides
A Neon light
Fills my sanguine sensitivity
Can we see feelings that cannot be seen?
To felt feelings; the purest kind of seeing
This is 5D vision baby. I mean it.
Open the drawer this time
The chair will unlock your world
from the inside
mind reads my insides
All over again
Open it up
Unwrap the words with your lips
Now look up with your serene
You’re facing the other way
Makes me smile hard and true
like the lotuses laid calmly across
Let your glands embrace the message
I have been saving for you
genitalia secreting the flow
It’s more than that
There’s a layer left
To feel relaxed
Taken apart even in its sturdiness
the invisible ledge
Where this chair sits
The Light always bars the shadows.
God is a guide to what is for you not to change your circumstances in place of You. Only you do that.
Knowing what missed me
me the room
to find what is meant
What is meant is how it unfolds naturally.
The perfect karma awaits to be unfolded.
There is no should in life, but there is always room to feel most alive. You ever have, you’ve ever been before anyone before you.
I’ve been analyzing inner personal power for years, and yet the only way to grasp it is to feel it happening to you.
It is a striking balance between feeling a relaxed mind at ease with your thoughts and channeling those thoughts into productive action that brings you closer to your goals.
I am self-actualized, fully functioning, creatively alive
Never forget what you have
The glass is never half-empty.
Psychoanalytic theory believes that we all have an evil creature within us
That’s not true.
Some have only decided to nurture that part of themselves as themselves to stay there forever as they call it light.
Claiming not a thing to honor or and nothing to hold; t keep safe in life.
Love, beauty, and appreciation
People who know how to enjoy their lives know how to live their lives and are never a burden to anybody!
Be Joy. Be Tranquility. Be Presence. Be Equanimity. Be Focus.
Be Investigation. Be all that you inherently can be
Because you have that power
Art and love are the same
It's the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
It's all about the journey of learning.
You can only give in order to reap.
This is your only victory
A continuous journey
For me, it's about creating a legacy from the lessons of every day moments, from the years of experiences and desired shifts made from within myself; and enjoying the all of who I am and what I am receiving through those difficult, yet needed experiences to allow me to become the woman and the person I am today
They were well-needed
(Resilience, purity, promise, power) Surprising eyes peering through their nectar filled muse
their core uplifting, the angel whispering blanc blooming
Strength, purposefully persistent and yet calm
water and rain
clears all debris away
across its ****** petals
Standing Proud in delicate ivory cream
that feels the truth
Healing from what was once a truth harmed
None but you have found your way
and a reconciled soul
Came to pass
in the ominous night
of dimly lit days
On the day
I set myself free
from the constant dispiriting show of puppetry
That is called madness
chose to create
and create a string
In every season of life we must purge our Spirits of the weeds of the past and learn how to find the rawness in our live illusion.
Spin-ning your 3 fold dimensions
when they call
in awkward motions
hope in familiar
They both have a message.. don’t they?
Sublime is the present tense today
Drained from my senses
Smoothed over in the
of a fortified
(That is real strength)
Frosting over layers of
“A cubic futurism”
dynamics only the wind and seeds
of the sea
When they are felt and heard and seen
I am physically wrapped around the vine-
I won’t let go until you let go
I am emotionally scared of what may happen to me when I release you from me
I am mentally here, but searching for the next
Thought about the
(future once I release the grip)
of these unfilled voids to capture in their spacious petals yearning to embrace...
To become a stronger artist
Dig deeper into what motivates you
And begin from your living
Prospering takes from your life all of the imaginary moments and creates them into the future
The jewel has been appointed by
Instead of spending time wishing people back, spend time healing your wounds. When you lose yourself in the process of healing, you find that everything starts coming together and you become more self confident and self- aware.
My energy is spiral with you
Rounded in circular determination
Square in its intention
Honest as the heart of the one
Who secures the actions of a safety pin
Tightly fastened; stretched to its will
Our connection is not other worldly,
But made from the same sphere
The invisible in our hands
Wipes the grain of all doubt
That is true magic.
When you trust another you want to
share with them, your whole life, your thoughts.
It gives them the freedom to just be who they are too without limitations.
In every season of life we must purge our Spirits of the cut stems of the past and learn how find what is meant to last.
A Masterpiece of God's creation
Becomes the paragon of human beauty
You are what you love, not what loves you.
My soul is the truth.
When I act, when I dance, I feel better.
I know what I need that much more.
My creation is my evolution.
Life is a sacrifice
Not the imprisonment for
what we do not
Falling in love with
the entities, the opportunity,
the open doors
to that unique
who comes to us in the middle of
night and kisses wholly
Who pays attention
to the definition of things
will never lose you
Perfection is recognizing you in stained glass and still in translucence
Our universe grants every soul a twin- a reflection of themselves.
Even in different dimensions
This is.. love
(I am)... my own I am
I am the Creator
I imagine what is not there, but what is felt
What is in my bones
I can feel that
That is deep work.
I shift into new spaces
I lead with my courage to be brave
When it is hard to be brave
But we have to continue on.
I choose to find the pieces of recognition
To sift through those parts
That make up my identity
Who am I?
Who is anyone?
To make them whole
Isn’t that the point to
Of our salvation? To. keep. going on...
Gliding slow and refilled in short and long truffled steps through alleyways..
Eventually towards a valley that may be
called our own.. whatever that means.
Being a co-creator I touch others
I become the mirror of their soul
Sharing a glimmer of mine
And that’s enough...
Not to understand more or to fear less
But to see the truth come forth from underneath this...
What is creativity, but a fleeting image
A passing thought
An air bubble of time and space that sounds great, but appears jagged
in its form and flow
No questions asked
thoughts to dance
It is just and it is human
Formed for a mind and
The body of its source
It is I, the Creator
And... I am proud of that.
For this is my creation.
Take time for yourself
Keep directing your energies
To the universal
That works with you
When you collaborate
No matter how far away you feel from someone or something, you can always reach out without doubting why
Taking risks and enjoying the process is ultimate happiness
Progression begins by elevating and positioning stability
When you know you have
When you believe you become
You repeat what has not been repaired.
Through acknowledging our values and understanding the circumstances that have changed us we heal through our questions.
As the progress and the process is saying yes to our evolution
Enlightenment is a recognition of what you have through being who you are.
What are the dynamics to success?
What is a wounded healer?
We tend to bury our weaknesses and our struggles we wish weren’t a part of our lives... to land on a mountain’s peak
We all deal with health differently.
What does it take to push forward and stay resilient?
How do we deal with isolation effectively?
The power at work through our stories and our struggles is fundamental to wellbeing.
Find the great people on your journey.
Be the best at your craft.
One of a kind.
Take in The Personal and the Witnessed
An artist does All for art’s sake.
That alone takes you to I am..
This is the message: of encouragement and practicality that all artists require to keep up with the many parts of self that create their craftsmanship and center them towards such revelation.
If you never expand by using the value of every situation to teach you as you would learn from a project you will only see undefined visions of a futuristic hell
Life is not a dream
It is every moment living
So live it greatly :)
Gratitude doesn't just come and go.
When it is sustained it can remain steady in its truth.
Do you hear my soul calling?
Or is it that silent space just my heart whispering that we are still in sync yet so far away?
Beyond the limits of time does gratitude live on.
The moment you become your behavior you change the parts of your identity that have been holding you down like water under a glass.
Creative ideas just flow out of my mind naturally
Artists: Natural selection = the flow of creation
When we face emotions that ease
We shift into newness
We are consciously breaking off the patterns, healing our lives, and reaping the rewards of truly living
I look at people as observations of being
Feeling connected to one without performing
Perfection is in the imperfect
Words jumble meanings
Words don’t cut the surface
of what I am:
This is beauty
This is power
Exposes the gates
of my future
Life in the heavenly divine
My mind has been lifted, my spirit heaven apprehended, great art invites us to apprehend its beauty for it knows that I am the result of progress that has been chiseled time and my time here is eternal.
My time is the entry to my freedom.
I ask my mind to ask my body to relax into what I truly feel and nurture it immensely.
For I love my life because I have created it; through my choices which my free will has given me.
Through the Universe that equates to all knowingness. I took the risk to believe and stayed with my faith.
And it never let me down.
Say thank you everyday. You will begin to uncover what lies beneath your own surface is the only matter.
Before sharing any form of message you must first accept and acknowledge:
the inner language of another.
Neuroscience shows what we secretly know to believe:
Uniting the mind and body like the strands of rope they are
rewards our biological system to stay protected.
Something a mere capsule of spiritual concept cannot guarantee.
You look happy they said..
There was a time my eyes didn’t
I had a focused mind, but an unheard heart
Now I get to glean in
Get to know myself
Share the deepest parts
Sitting on clouds
That soothe our
Melting into one
Think of your palate as the chess board of your creative life.
Play out each step as fully as possible until every player in the show is mesmerized by the substance of your continuous results and initiatives towards unwavering courage and success.
Ingmar Bergman scenes and Jewel’s poetic dreams figurative memes spilled like ashes across the page to be holy, unheavy, and alive is a granted feeling of being on high
Like God, he told me, only words get washed away if not kept sacred
Inside the blood and the host
Whatever blindness calls itself
There was nothing left to be said
And so I dropped that filthy knife
Hot with the stain erased spilling on its face cooled by a star
I am not in the creator’s mind
I found the him within me
The ageism and the orientation of today’s world is met with chaos from the stories of so many...
How do we move on from such loss?
I don’t need new age *** or dates with the illusion of a soulmate that follow what the tarot’s say I need to make me happy today
I lost someone, I lost something, and that is enough to feel it.
We are not here to deny another’s pain
Death’s foreshadowing pretenses could never prepare for a dream
Filled with the hollowness of holiness and shallow breath
Makes a night of manipulation evaporate
A year later, I sang as I carried myself away
I went the mile
I walked to the depths
3 years later to the date
The day I released all of the hurt I chained
To my self worth as a bad dream
As an epiphany of the love I wanted
Like a little girl
Lost and waiting on the front porch looking out towards the sky wondering when the truth of my own love would come
To lose hope in intervals treading for reciprocity was the garden gate I needed to find myself anew
What I once feared was in me, was never in me and I yet the idea was at the same time
Strong diligence makes the heart grow that much more aligned to what creates your will, your beautiful will; a peaceful manifesto of a great new world