can be difficult sometimes
my romantic self
wants to kiss you
hold your hand
to stare into your eyes
in quiet knowing
and disappear the noisy world…
stop working from the perspective of lack.
there’s a well established undercurrent in the world today that’s based on the mechanics of control and fear – as is anything that fosters feelings of wanting, needing, and separation….
we worry too much in general, but when it comes to weeding the soul garden, we can easily get stuck in the paralytic rigmarole of process, rather than the effective detachment that heals….
we really are in a phase of etheric housecleaning. the collective is moving onward and upward, but the baggage and dense weight of what-has-been is keeping much of the vessel of humanity submerged. the side-effect of this darker perspective is that many choose to paint the what-is-now in the same tones and shades. this puts…
why worry? because, fear. fear comes in thousands of shades of grey. it’s a numbing collection of hues that darken a sunny day, or make an overcast sky even more bleak. fear, in the colours of worry, is particularly tragic. worry defines a certain powerlessness, and a victimhood that can take root in our core…