his hands are a weighted blanket emanating comfort and love his hands are a vice holding my body as my spirit ferociously erupts his hands are a feather tickling me to senseless fixation
I’m hopelessly swept up in you I try to keep my post but I can’t find it everywhere I look is your face everything I feel is you
it’s ok, they tell me all you are is as it should be your post has changed we never walk d i r e c t l y with absolute knowledge into our new selves our new lives
you’ve just taken a great big blind leap into a very bright light you can’t even imagine who you will be once your eyes adjust
so take a break from your becoming and just be what you are right now…
feel the subtle movement of divine chaos inside gentle, unpredictable, healing open in the protection of source love release what no longer serves you expand and accept the gifts from spirit your heart's calling
my new car is teaching me to be a better driver it tells me when to speed up or slow down it tells me when to stay in line or get off it keeps me safe and always gets me there whether I take the scenic route or want to get there as fast as possible
my new car keeps me safe and always makes me wear my seat belt