Everything

“I don’t come from much…”

You come from the dry desert
And summer rains
You come from tree canopies
And sun rays
You come from wild flowers
Through concrete
You come from daylight
At midnight’s arctic
You come from the color of leaves
In the hills of fall
You come from deep oceans
And the wave’s call
You come from thunder rolls
And lightning strikes
You come from the new moon
In the night sky

You, my beautiful one, come from
EVERYTHING

Surface Bullshit

 
Small talks to break the ice
First impression, surface nice.
But what lies there behind those eyes?
Who are you past your disguise?
What is setting that soul on fire?
What is keeping that heart inspired?
Not so interested in your threads;
A decorated shell you’ll one day shed.
What I want’s to be led inside,
To the dark corners of your mind.
To learn more about your being
And to see you through your seeing
Because what matters is how you tick
Under your shell and surface bullshit.

Confessions of a Daydreamer

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Staring into the world
Internalize what I see
Allow myself to feel
The Joys and tragedies

But when it gets too heavy
Retreat myself away
Seek and find idealism
Daydream of better days

Days in a universe
Parallel to all that is
Where manifestation reveals
A world of love and bliss

A daydreamer, that I am
With humility, my confession
I’ll be the change I would like to see
Create it with compassion.

Discovering you, discovering me

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“Eve was framed” photo by Lori Vrba

Observing you, perception defines

I see my essence in your divine

I see my reason in your purpose

I see my ego on your surface

I see my flaws in your perfection

I see my deficient in your rejection

I see my sympathy in your exposure

I see my anxiety in your composure

I see my eccentric in your audacity

I see my coyness in your vivacity

I see my colors in your expression

I see my rigor in your digression

I see my love in your lust

I see my cynicism in your trust

In pieces of you, pieces of me are set free

Discovering you, I am discovering me.

My Love…

Alex Grey's 'Cosmic Lovers"
Alex Grey’s ‘Cosmic Lovers’
“‘My love, you are a river fed by many streams.
I bless all who have shaped you,
The lovers whose delights still dance patterns on your back,
Those who carved your channels deeper, broader, wider,
Whitewater and backwater lovers,
Swamp lovers, sun-warmed estuary lovers,
Lovers with surface tension,
Lovers like boulders,
Like ice forming and breaking,
Lovers that fill and spill with the tides.
I bless those who have taught you
and those who have pleased you,
and those who have hurt you,
All those who have made you who you are.’”

— excerpt from The Fifth Sacred Thing: Starhawk