Similar interests won't keep a person around you, but certainly won't keep them away either. A tolerance tank of willingness that tops out upon the far reaches of its depth to be filled.
There's plenty of words out there, sometimes i categorize feelings. A snap judgement, one could attest. Ah, like that. There are hundreds of "thats," none of which have names. Well maybe they do to someone else, but this isn't how they come through to me. As a child, I was taught consistency influenced by routine. Whenever I noticed that people act differently with each person, I believed this was disingenuine. Now, I believe the opposite and see the great importance of developing each relationship individually and intentionally.
Everything has purpose because a human in an environment allows the self to be defined. Every breath brings the awareness of consistent gratitude. Time is the value we trade in. Nothing is out of place. Spirituality is overwhelming, if one is attached to the third dimension. All you have to do is pay attention. It's all there. True love exchanged between able-bodied souls existing in the same space. Every primal instinct is granted. No need to hold back any longer. Don't worry about a thing.
Trusting intuition to unprogram & elevate to the heights of pure bliss. Life is a circle of exposure, contribution, reflection. Turn it into love, we're all reflections of specialized existences. Things that are identifiable to me are assumed safeties. Everyone's revolving in their own space-time of consistent relation with everything else. Thoughts are fleeting agreements with the self. There are no rules, just happenings & a collective motion. Particular set-ups we give ourselves as preparation of experiential learning & thoughts on it to share. The fabric of our belief system creates a scene where cravings creep in to be satiated & lurking thoughts leap in for attention. What a gift it is to share joy. There's only a tiny window of what sort of behaviors, appearance & language is perceived as normal in any given culture. We breath life into what we give energy to. When someone speaks, listen. They're relaying to you how they experience this life. Also give the self proper time to digest. The question is, why not?
Exactly where i need to be because i'm here. That's all i need to know. Seeing our consciousness like our hands. Sure, they could have stayed mitten-like, but chose to divide into fingers for function. The universe supports the healing process, placing all things on platters, served to us, waiting to be received. Gratification unable to conclude from the plagues of figuring things out. Standing strong in personal truth, tall in unique values, & sure in life's purpose prevents the tossing of external should & agendas that are projected. To keep a close eye on the narratives adopted, & recognizing that all things happen for us as we call them into our field of awareness.
I shed expectation. Am i the art that i make, the words that i write, the things that i do? In the event that i say no to all of the above, what identity is left? A peaceful beingness. Recognizing my resistance to people prying into my business, which in order to uphold must operate on the belief of separation. It is valentines day after all. Must be living in a lover's dream. One takes what is available among cultural constructs respectively, unless transcending the demands & thus finding expansion beyond any imagined possibilities. Which happens to mean that romance has been abound, making love to me with the wind for air to breathe. I'd not think of lowering a standard to feel desired. The grounded routimentary part of myself needs nothing else to continue learning & growing. The angst part of myself that sheds skin continuously wants my entire world to flip upside down into the unknown so i couldn't possibly attach to anything. Living in my own heaven, aware of my own potential hell. Not to make any movements until the moment is ripe with conclusive knowing. A beautiful place to be in between what one knows & one does not know. To maintain the climb of personal inquiry, finding understanding through experiential learning, in the midst of gracious gratitude to find more of the same. Here to unwind.
reading the paint
of the birth of the world
life grabbing us, digging into us with veins and giving us breath
turning around on my agreement
mistaking myself for my sister, the other potential
as soon as i let go of it looking like something
a body carrying a consciousness,
accumulating a myriad of expendable raw potential energies of possibility.
it is now time for me to be my own predator.
execution of the highest entity.
unlocking the deeper inner truths,
more like an identity revolution;
as the messages of the past creep in and hint in on the present
an enigma of time-space.
reconfiguring the programming I have been operating under up to this point.
redefining the internal make-up of an identity.
owning what I have embellished my waking life with, that which skirts the edges of the subconscious dances of karma.
i can ground in a riff, in a statement, in a color.
I can fly into the abyss of new expansion.
closing my eyes is one way of focusing. closing my mouth is twofold beneficial.
the removal from reference points at large, brings about discovery of this particular bodily inhabitance.
For there is another piece to it. origination of matter.
where do the formless go? an angel that comes through.
she doesn't have a voice, not even any ideas. just pure love.
& she's here. my other half. we split and went separate ways.
So I'm here to tell our story.
The way i make my art is the way i live my life, my values and principals are in there. I tell myself I should sand the edges of the wood before i paint it, so I don't for organicism's sake. Basically, I'm learning to let go of the way I hold back. I remove the "me" from things I may identify with, or favor. I just put some space between "me" and "the thing." I am a divine instrument of raw truth, play. I lay down my egoic layers to be a clear vessel. So far, I've filled it with sand, moonbows, a good jive, and off-grid living. It feels good to allow myself to BE.
I don't know & I'm okay without knowing. It's the being aware & affective part that I have some choice in. Thank you creator for giving me creative energy.
I do it because I love myself enough to. Because I allow myself the joy. Because I deserve it. How does that feel when you say it to yourself?
There's always blank spaces.
Something that brings me happiness it practicing presence. I always have time for you, then you always have time for me. Then love is shared. Then peace is felt.
Try it both ways,
just try it some ways
Let's journey together,
feel free to be dazed.
"Love me tender,
love me true,"
That's what he whispered,
from me to you.
Saved by grace to save from disgrace.
Can you see it? Right on- ace.
It's not a race.
Let's play with idea of perfection to gauge our boundaries.
Redefining the idea of should,
let's all be that soulful could.
Do it clockwise.
It takes many coats of white to be luminescent.
I can't mess it up.
I revel in being me
Pick up the consciousness, tine in on your environment.
three sets of three, four sets of four
one pair of primary, one pair of secondary, One pair of complimentary
bridging the gap
to what point is there emptiness?
where comes the tipping point of balance?
the void is where creation exists.
i notice my tendency to fill things, cover them.
what is a stopping point?
When is something finished?
what happens when i do something opposite of what i would normally be inclined to do?
are we really too busy to take that little bit of extra time to make something truly amazing?
what is a strong bind without something to connect to?
I've been in a beautiful state of inquiry as i create more empty journals to inspire others to do the same in this self-excavation. thus, roots paper goods & writers block is born.