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| Sometimes, a single streak is all that is necessary |
So I’ll start by looking at the date of my
last post, It has been a long time, a life time seems like.
17th
of april, it is sooner than thought. Life has been very generous recently, or
more like, I have been realizing how generous life is. I honestly feel like I
have evolved greatly in just a month. April seems to be a very strong month in
this lifetime.
Encounters
have been very rich, I have met in this month some of the greatest beings I
have met in this lifetime. Concepts have become realizations, everything is
more clear, everything makes more sense. I have come to see things that where
right in front of me since always. Quite simple actually, as the things you
love to do grow in your life, you put energy and passion into it but never
realy feels like an effort. Those praxises grow, become part of you and one day
you start realizing that they might just be why you came into this life for.
When one starts coming closer to it’s self, time becomes richer, there is less
friction between deep-seated desire, the light to our paths, and the rummaging
of our mind. We become more acceptant of our yearnings as much as our faults,
suffering becomes more intense yet less hurtful. The gauntlets of our choices lessen
, strength visits to help us live what we chose to experience, however ripping
those might be. However exalting, however powerfull, there is enough strength
to get through it.
And
then we emerge, and strength becomes a base state instead of a ability and even
as we might suffer greatly it is no more possible to be weak. Weakness mutes
into a caress of forgivness.
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| patterns are emerging |
And
so soon it is already time to end this post. I’ll leave you with poems then.
Cold night,
still my heart
They beaten
minds not
A
knot unraveling rapture
Turrets
crumbling on it’s passage
Skies
opens the flesh of our
Core,
encore encore
Water
drums, machines me to
Pass
on the tandem to the
Novel
experience of this time.
Cells
will fill with laughter
Turned
on their pumps
Crashes
rushing through
retroactive
initiations before
the event. Vents
opening
the blows
caresses skinflowers
Bellow algae
stirs deepen the
Surface. Letter to
the unborn
God of imminence.
Not minding
The least being
stasis in
becoming.
Palm shaped
locks befalls
Rising heat of
destiny’s chimney
A soul matter
acting twins of opportunities
Pathed.
Describing the circle as
Flames remains
fter being blown
Away.
Bimbity bopping
teenie Weenie worries.
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| timeless |
Crying will become alike healing rain
shining down from the wisdom of your soul, cleansing your body and mind
Much love,
Scott
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