December 4 2018

How to begin the truth of writings grace

How to unleash my own true face

How to relieve myself from the anchored stories of my past

To unveil what beauty will come to pass

How may I lift these bars and allow air out of every crevice of my body

While understanding the sacrament in caring

How might I show up fully, loving every piece of me while knowingly releasing the strings of abandonment and attachments symphony

How might I strum a new tune, one that honors the abundance surrounding the sky so blue

How might I sing to the depths of my core

And summon my voice so I may live truthfully once more

How many trials must these rings of fire appear, will I ever get clear?

Though my intentions are clean and pure, I offer my curiosity and wonder as a gateway to more

I open my doors may all enter through

Who may assist me and teach me a lesson or two

Improve and encourage my gates to unleash to hold space

For the optimal optimist view on this human race

Love each and every being because your heart rings with each and every beat and may you not be thrown off by who’s around. For they’re all here to help, to heal wounds, and rewrite fate... to congregate and fascilitate a restructured state

To evolve the revolution to succumb to bliss and glee, to spread your eyes wide and connect with all that you see.

To be present and still holding firm in gravity’s arms

Be kind and compassionate and cute as a goose and enchanting like a charm

Be silly and playful and remnant of another time

Be free and be loud

Be a handful and float on the clouds

Above and below

Within and without

Beyond the stage

Emerged in the sound