Unprompted

It should be Pretty obvious, but still you stay oblivious, with your disposition sitting in ignorance, your aloof stature coming off as righteous. But it’s not. It just divides us. It pries the ties that try to keep us united and offers me the insight I need to evaluate the efforts from the undecided.

And deciding these realizations have been provided.They all seemed to be coinciding and practically implied that I am being denied the most profound happenings that bring me alive, offers me vitality. These are the most of upmost important expressions that are the genetic coding of my humanity. This is the way to offer interest of genuine connectivity. Yet your soul seeks out mine Inactively.

In the lack of action I see all the offered time for our connecting to align and reveal the divine purpose of hearts like yours and mine. I thought of this as intertwining with the grand design. Perhaps it’s not. Or perhaps it’s just one bit to combine into a book of truths we loosely bind.

Now bound together with a single thread, common to the past on a path we have to lightly tread. The destination is clear, it should be near, instead, I’m ridden in bed with an illness born from retaliation from what I expected. in my head, we are growth oriented and selfless love lead.

Leading me to feel an emotional haunt. An escaping of a hope that what moves me is also your want, wanting my passions to be on your list to flaunt, proving you crave more of me and use the tools and let our love create a new font. One that is read every chance the eyes have to seek to be closer, driven to know more, without prompt.

Again again

Guess what? I am grieving again… Again… Again… Again… was silently. The last four days. Grief. Again.

And I’ve been holding it into myself because let’s face it, who really cares?… Yeah I know that we all say that we care, because of course we do. But at the end of the day isn’t it just another emotion, again? Again?

This is not the kind of emotion that you can just not have… Yes you can work on triggers, you can work on breathing, you can work on a holding it and letting it be and acknowledging it,… But eventually it goes away, again. It’s not something that is “Dealt ” with the never to resurface. It does resurface, again. And sinks and rises again.

And I don’t think that people don’t care, because I know in their form of caring they do, we do. We all have our capacities. The closest people in my relationships don’t even ask me how my heart is doing in relation to the death of my daughter. It’s hard to want to go there for them… Again.

I think I have one friend who actually inquires about Archaea specifically. So I know at least one out of my hundreds of friends and even at that the closest people in my life… Someone cares. Which helps phase the day… Again.

But moreover I think the bitterness comes from within. Because the levels that grief touches are constantly surprising me. Over and over I find myself saying… “Am I still feeling this again?” “Am I really at this moment again”…

And again I find myself saying… “No one has ever been here before. Not even you. (to myself) No one has ever experienced this moment in time and space emotion heart and brain. I am the first to navigate this. People are welcome to be on or off my ship, but the captain I must remain, and feel all these waters out… And search for a stable ground. “. …again.

Wasting

It’s the walking behind you. Because if I walk in front then those are minutes I am not seeing you , wasting all that is being given to me In that time.

It’s the rushing around . Because if I just take my time then those are minuteS I am not sitting next to you, wasting all that is being given to me in that time

It’s the texting. Because really what I want is to hear you as often and as long as possible, listening to your soul, otherwise wasting all the thoughts being given to you in that time

About me, from you.

I want you to feel the way I feel, when you’re near.

I want you to feel the way I feel, when you’re gone.

I want you to feel the way I feel, when the nighttime comes close.

I want you to feel the way I feel, when the sun is opening my eyes. ……

……………… about me

I want to feel the way you feel, when you receive affection from me

I want to feel the way you feel, when you have my full attention

I want to feel the way you feel, when I touch you and give healing

I want to feel the way you feel, when I satisfy your pleasures

…………………… from you

I want you to feel the way I do, when you are my first thought each day

I want you to feel the way I do, when you are my last desire each night

I want you to feel the way I do, when you are the only one I want

I want you to feel the way I do, when you are a major priority

……..,…………………. about me

I want to feel the way you do, when I am always available to you

I want to feel the way you do, when I give myself to you, any time

I want to feel the way you do, when you know how much I love you

I want to feel the way you do, when you know that I am yours only

…………………… from you

Rifts

sometimes you think you are of the “special” sort. you know, someone worth such and such and of course worth more than this or that… you have this firm system that works inside your brain saying that you could just be that important or desirable and you believe it. of course, until you are shown the opposite.

i, am the opposite now. i have had a moment just realizing that I, am indeed, not that important. my ego took a bow and stepped aside with a good affirmation of humility.

the odd thing was though, that i didnt recieve any news today, so im not sure why i was thinking about it. however it has been in recent time that this revelation came to fore front. it was given to me, i was not the only one.

ever heard that? you are not the only one….? out of context that could presumably mean a multitude of things. but in this instance, it was gut checking to both the parties having the conversation. probably for different reasons, but none the less, nauseating.

i didnt know. i hadnt realized. i was not the only one. that is low and hurtful to her for obvious reasons, but to me it was a mix of superficiality and soul trembling rift. be mindful, the rifts were not long, but noticable.

We as a people

Is there a line and where then shall it be drawn? When will they wake up in the morning and see that it’s dawn? At what point does the display give way and cause the moral decay? It’s happening now. Wake up and let growth be allowed. Put aside all the pride that you think you hide inside. Step out into the world with a new design. Step up and make a difference with your voice that separates from indifference and become a reference. For the unified voices that took a stand and demanded choices. More options to choose from , options that didn’t rob a mother from son, where has all of this begun, we have run away from what is right based on connection and concern for humanity and turned into a brainless mob lead by the sheep’s best of the herds society. Creating disaster amongst the ones that are the keystone of our entirety, entirely way too much empathy inactivity and inactively seeking better ways because you think you are right. Your righteousness reigns high while having your family by side, mocking at the ones you’ve abandoned from their kin, reading fireside with approval in your grin. Tell us of sin. Here are the stones, I’ll let you begin. Knowing that if we were to start, we’d be here all night. listening to your boasts of they’re wrong and you’re right, for the “party” you’ll fight., once again losing sight that it is we as a people not us against them and defining worth for others based on color of skin. Damnit that needs to end., like never should begin, not now not then and we as a people should mean we all are brethren.

Familiar

I feel vibrations on the ground and tires trembling over the earth. With each rotation and gripping of the rubber onto the gravel, my breath subsides. I track the volume and duration of travel. Little bits of hope escaping the stronghold of knowing better and disappointment. Breathe again. Now I hear nothingness. Hope remembers this feeling and falls away fast.

Into the new year…

Among all the other shifts, I could feel this one floating about my essence. Taunting, in its own subtle form, only offering enough aloofness to keep my instincts peaking. It could have been that a friend gave the plain prophecy or rather New Years resolution in disguise. He knew I knew., but to know, and breathe the actual thickness of the air where it should be light and brisk… that is the knowledge. also, the knowledge to come.

A few deep personal issues have come to a head the last week and it was expected. I felt ironic that the timing of what I spoke about months ago have taken place in my observation within such the time frame and now I am facing many things full face.

I have seen my face in the reflection in each person I have encountered and applied some form of judgment on. It is simply amazing how much the judgement I don’t actually pass on others gets absorbed by my own interpretation of who I am. I take in all these assumptions and let the direction of opinion be stewarding.

Now after have been going through some life changing moments recently, I observe that there is a new beginning. It’s esoteric but timely and is most assuredly described as cliche

the free resolution turned my faded goal of yesteryear back in toward my interrogation of self and scrutinized the very thing I keep running into. Blame. And in the process of finding happiness in the midst of darkness I keep pulling the cloak further over the progress.

Entering the new year was to represent another day. Another chance to show who I am, despite how I think I am turning into one crazy deluded woman on a mission to understand pain.

Entering the new year was to be a breath of fresh and ready filled air. Oxygenated with aspirations and inspirations.

I did not anticipate having to exit the end of the year watching what I do not have. Nor did I even come close to anticipating that to bring in the new year I’d once again be breathing the heavy air that holds my body down to the seat so that it doesn’t rudder away with the speed of which my heart beats.

But I was thankful for the company that I was blessed with. It leveled my heart just enough so I could see and have the knowledge that now I know, it is time to focus on intentional healing. Even in the pain that lingered from precious and previous days, there was a love holding my understanding or at least holding enough of me so that I felt secure enough to express my dualities of existence in the previously mentioned experiences.

Entering into the new year has provided ample opportunities to utilize the information gathered through last. It is an energy that is a risen vibration, waiting to be tapped into. Human conditions are fighting just as strong to be in charge and I am in the sense of feeling astral.

I can only hope that more of us will continue to heed the purity of instinct, deliverance or receiving the messages. Internal work. Eternal work.

Tints of it all

It’s always been a path that has twisted the second I have put my foot upon what was perceived as stable earth. Especially any time I have made any proclamation of change or declarative to myself. Or anyone else for that matter. There was never really a beginning step, nor do I see the paths direction clearly now.

It has an air of taste but not fully indulge, regardless of the all you can eat buffet. It is the holding back children from the desert bar after eating all their dinner. A reminder to the senses that they are only in control of detecting deliciousness but not given the utensils to fulfill the salivation for hope and fulfillment.

Looking into the mirror has been a ritual in compartmentalism and I think I have become the pastor of preaching projection. The imagery that I am seeing in this reflection is of generic body parts and decorations on the anatomy. it’s not a clear picture, it is a bit foggy. And yet it is clearly seen as a component for an opportunity to critique my whole self, none the matter of the bold attempt to witness through another’s observation.

Moments of beauty linger still and wrap their scent stamp of importance. immersing ideas that memory and present agenda can somehow coexist. Breathing in a breath that was taken years already before and freshly adorned with a sound. This envelopment of calming acceptance has been trying to guide an old soul. The urgency of anew has been heeded. Moving into the fog has been the design all along.