up from the spine, purity

The channels have been open. There is one or two I should be mindful not to neglect. All vibrations aren’t meant for everyone. The heart can see. That’s something to never forget. The heart is mindful.

I know that after the chaos white clothed tranquility appears. I can return things to sender. I wonder how long I have walked with these talons in my flesh. I, in my flesh is cause enough, even while the work was being done. I never knew that was so easy to steal. Nothing stolen is ever truly kept is it?

A series of threes and a duplications of one. I must tell you about the easy way, one foot dips in the dark with my face in the light. My face turned to the dark and the gold from my hand. One last eager warning to never return again. My father or grandfather, their father. A taunt wire stretched over the door, off with that notion, and off with their heads. I let them mingle together. As they always have. It’s like driving in a skirt, after the trauma of pants and the marking of betrayal. It just feels better.

But how do we get there. We practice, we show up. We dance inside and we run through the fields. We are one again with running water and the ice forming in our roofs. All things connected and a soft skill renaissance. All things convergent, at the confluence of hello. This is how love speaks when held by the soles of our feet. When pressed up against the wall, forced to spread, vulnerable. The mind is not a prison. The mind is heart filled. One dot two dots three dots four. The binary has fallen. This my 50th year.. very first day. The tragedy is comedy and we are walking the air.

Artist: Ciro Marchetti