Its Spring time again. | 7.11.22
When I close my eyes, I ask us about the pillars we have held in our life, against the dark blue skies and thirty-three moons I am met with so much majesty, I close my eyes —again—. I can see now that we have come here to teach me about how my longing has to always be at our states of peace beck and call, that when our embodiment is of the lights we care to see into the silver sky is when we come to know of such words that hold into our blood, that have the nervous system to call onto our love for words, how they cradle our inner child and call at self some more. —We have forgotten how she felt about love—, almost forgot we are love. Our body has not had the greatest of love stories yet but I am told she has thirty-three wishes. We have love to thank for this, love was our saviour is our coild strand curl, yet she too calls upon tranquil serenity to bask under its light just to show more gratitude into my body so wr can make space to talk to our soul; And —right here, is where my worlds collide again.—
Melody of Being Animate 