Early morning at the cafe
Tag: poetry
A single day can feel like a fracture in time, where everything noisy falls away just long enough to reveal what has been speaking all along.
There comes a quiet moment when the soul remembers — it was never meant to live in chains. Not of the world, but of thought, fear, and forgetting. Freedom isn’t earned through effort, but revealed through awakening. You were never broken.
We will never run out of water. We will never run out of oil. We will never run out of free energy for all. We will never run out of space for humans and their families to live well, to thrive, and to build resilient, naturally aligned communities. Why do you choose to believe in the lies of scarcity and lack and in the artifices of collectivized, socialized media?
Father Sun, Mother Earth, how complete is the nature of life. We cannot have a balance without the polaric dance, we cannot know contrast without the two. So, we suffer by the choice to ignore the obvious and plain, to gather and to extrapolate the grander essence of the vast expressions underneath.