Allow yourself to be. Allow yourself to drink in the beauty of the world. Unfiltered.

What’s happening is the death of your ego; you are choosing to leave your known reality and the identity you’ve had for your entire life. You’re choosing to leave the comfort of your familiar suffering and move into the unknown  - the place of freedom.

Does this feel unsafe to achieve that dream life? Health, success, freedom. It feels like the unknown.

What are in your hands that you can let go of? What statements can you replace these beliefs with?

Let’s create. Craft. Play. Dress up, or dress down. Expose your soul and light in colours, shadows, and forms.

that comes down to earth
so I can taste your skin.

If you say no,
I'll worship you from earth.
If you say yes,
I'll fly through the atmosphere,
Taking the fastest rocket to your heart.

Build, play, create - but don’t do it for the sake of compensation or to improve your state. Build because you love it.

There’s no choice but to choose.

Love is liquid.
Love is air.
It’s everchanging, flowing, and expanding.
It takes on different forms,
Changing shape from one moment to the next. Love is breathing and alive.
Love is life force itself.

I felt you reflecting into me
The contents of my own eyes

On days like this where my brain is exhausted and the over-rationalization of my fears quiet down, I feel close to the edge. Ready to jump. Go all in and start growing in this rebirth.

Every physical manifestation we put forward is a costume. Not a single one is our naked selves. After all, this is the cosmic drama, and the backdrop is our current “reality” that is the human experience.

Anyone?
It’s me.

It’s the blood in my veins
Replaced with lighter fluid and honey.
Then set completely on fire.

I say I don’t want to play
Yet I’m addicted to the level-ups
Societal praise like endorphin hits to the veins.
I wear my track marks like stamps of approval
Spending money on my skins
So again I press ‘start’.

Being on the other side always feels like coming home - like shedding off the clothes, the thoughts, and the noise - becoming weightless and free. It’s a place where the boundaries’ of self and other completely dissolve, erasing any separation between me and the infinite.

Each time we opened our mouths, we no longer knew if it was our own voice coming out, or if it was a scripted playback of another’s voice to stand in place of our own that had gone far into hiding. So we begin the mission to “find” our authentic voice.

By listening; I am a co-creator; not a conqueror of the resources. I trust myself; I trust the spirit and flow of life.