What is that?
That warmth in your chest,
spreading to your stomach.
A hand lay there
to make you smile
To write without ego is to write in rainbow. Glitter.
Iridescently, vibrationally, seamlessly, flawlessly,
following ripples which themselves leak from existence.
Uno, brahma, todos.
The mountains can always reach the sun.
you already were.
Lost in people, lost in thoughts, lost in writing,
Lost in nature, lost in it,
The sea, the waves of it,
Study yourself. Your Akashic records.
Purging, cleansing, detox, scrub, sift.
thoughts, loves, traumas, fears.
– and you will return, squeaky clean.
They swirl as spirits, spreading, like blotted ink. When was the last time you had a day, to yourself, to watch the clouds?
Forming dragons, making hearts, your breathing breath and heartbeat slows
to the pulse of the earth, and all else does cease.
You’re angry at the world, but this is the world too.