Speak

One

Does it hurt when you find freedom? 

I mean is there a pain that cuts through the maya and the madness that lets you know that you are killing off the deepest illusion of yourself.

A part that lives in between realities...

That next level realness between and beyond...

Above and throughout

Serendipity cascading in every word

Verses of magical mysteries recreating universes

Truth is....there is a cosmos that gives birth thru the power of your ase

You be that percussive resonance

Reimagining. Redesigning. Reliving the remembrance of a time when all that was and all that is....moved in union like ocean meets river and freedom needs breath.

Two

I think life wishes us sunsets and moon dances. Just so we can remember

That

We are magically made, divinely radiant and beautiful beyond words, a sacred rhythm dancing into majestic melodies…

Who we are and how we are is magic and mystery

Love trying to dream itself into being

Beingness seeing truth as a holy mirror

I am that we are

What do you believe beloved ?

Speak purpose. Seek passion.

Live into a fire that moves the world, remakes the world. Heals the world.

You are the cosmos giving birth to eternity.

Rise up and be free.

Three

Only love reminds us how reality exists within the words we speak.

Truth is a mother’s touch. A fathers longing.

A moment that lovers share beyond ecstasy and gazes of longing.

We are here now

Fully sacred, Fully human. Fully divine

Nothing. Everything.

Transcending truth.

Speak it. Live it. Embody it.