i love how full-bodied my visions and dreams are. it comforts me and grounds whatever hope is passing through me & the manic days of summer that threaten to cut me loose from myself—at times, at times. i’m glad that since i was a young kid my mother would tell me to always live savagely relentlessly from my heart. for years in my faltering she told me to always live relentlessly from my heart. that if i did that no one could take my life away from me. i am full-bodied in my visions and my dreams. they take shape and guide me through my days and show me that i’m here among and within and never ever alone. i have never, ever been alone. i feel that now, more viscerally than i have felt any other thing before. i am here among and within and have never been alone, and in that i rise into community and rise into my life and my dreams yes they are here and they carry with me and i know it will be okay, though the world is a manic and too bright crumbling. though the world is a manic and too bright crumbling and the system is abusive and the world is abusive—i rise and rise and my visions are within me and there is love drawing me endlessly there. 

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