Dance

Dance,
as if life depended
on your shake,
and the world turned
only by the rattle of your soul.

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Vision: The Relationship

As I sit in this void, evidence of good work done. Where residuals of the ties that bound even of the subconscios have dissipated, rather impatiently at first I must add. For the first few days I was left twiddling my thumbs, laughably childlike at times. Asking a friend to play tic tac toe, wondering well what in the world do I do from here! This precipice of a new era for me and the world which I source, breath into and converse into existence. All I see is vision. And in the present and still moments I realize it is my greatest relationship. A dance, of beauty and gratitude, grace. That we work with one another. That the gifts drawing unto me are equal to the foundation I am nurturing. That investments in self community and preparation have become a canvas where anything can be painted. And to trust, intimately and deeply my heart, my resonant field. That all that visits is worthy and attuned to where and who i am at any given moment. It is commitment, yes a heart shaped solid truth. That guides my footsteps, and I remind myself it is ok if it is this easy. It is ok if it is this fun. That its ok to be this provided for. Supported.
That quite certainly we are all on a one way street of well being and conscious evolution. 


This bright and shiny new grid I build in partnership with my vision. The sight of which differs at times, dependingon the mood. And much like a new born child I wish deeply to nurture this newness with patience, diligence deliberacey and wisdom, integrity that stretches deep to core of this earth and straight through the heavens. Yes I am all this, and yet none of it. 


Prepare for beauty. Prepare for Joy. Prepare for transformation. Prepare for awakening. 

Crescendo

Whether by goodwill or good fortune
Know the stars you paint are never numbered.
And when you pause, if only for a moment
may it not be to count.
But rather to harvest their sweetness
by no tiresome eye
that has stared at so many heavens.

In every great unveiling there travels many prayers,
that dance in their rhythms-
fast or slow…
This world’s immortal crescendo.