 As if we don’t already have what we need Inside of our multidimensional being Outside of the luscious garden within our soul. We feel thirsty As if we’ve never seen rain As if the soil beneath our feet was dry Ignoring the strength of our roots Ignoring the brilliance of our flowers Ignoring the beauty of our ability to withstand drought, outlive famine and flourish in emptiness. But what if we realized the liveliness of our garden was dependent not on the climate of our surroundings, but the firm, unwavering belief that we are wholeheartedly enough? We are not just a seed, not just a flower, not just a garden, but an entire forest of blossoming trees.
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 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦...✨
It does come out sometimes though. Creeping into view, It drapes its gray hues Over my soft skin. Like a blanket, It may feel warm at first But sometimes the blanket gets too hot. Like at midnight when I’m tossing and turning in bed And I keep trying to take the blanket off Detangle myself from my shadow. And it remains entangled Around my legs and feet Attached, unwilling to give Like the roots of a sycamore tree. And one day, I decided to leave it on. It grew heavier and heavier at first. The temperature of my skin Growing warmer and warmer. But this time I laid still. As if my body was unmovable, its roots planted firmly below me. And right as I thought my shadow would eat me whole Right when I thought it was too late and I’d be trapped under its weight forever, It dissolved. And its gray hues integrated within my being And I felt cooler, calmer, wiser As if all of the wisdom I’d acquired this lifetime And all of the lifetimes which came before Found its way into my heart. “I think I’ve done the ‘shadow work.’” — @Ultravioletthoughts  It’s weird to think
That in just one second You can free fall from a mountain peak To the sea floor And yet You are the same Mind Body Soul Head And heart That you were In the moment Which ripped you apart 3/18/18  Come to my house at 4 a.m
tell me that I look like a galaxy tell me my eyes are the only stars You’ll ever need Show me that your soul Desires to be intertwined With mine Like a braided rope That causes shivers down my spine Your love is selfish It’s filled with greed You’re hot, cute, I miss you- you say behind a screen But you don’t say what I really need To hear Which is not the words that come out of your mouth But the feeling of your skin on mine Intertwined, Side by side Like two stars in the galaxy Perfectly aligned 1/29/18  I don’t really know what to do
Because I’m in love with you It doesn’t really matter what you think But I just can’t have a normal Conversation with you Without thinking of things off topic Or are they on topic Because they’re of you anyways? 11/2/17 12:09 AM |