WETSU

The streams of consciousness, and dance of vibrations tell a story of balance, of power of rearion at will. We have forgotten the power of divinity having a human experience. #divinity #plantmedicine

Can I speak...poetry .......have the artist died in the social norms of vaccinated to unvaccinated, are we not Still humanbeings?

...I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.

Live in this moment. Do not let a routine. Keep you blind. Stop for second take a deep breath. And let your eyes. See. Life is beautiful. You might just miss it......

Wow. The taste of honey sugary plums on my lips bursting with streams of freedom. A awakened spirit cannot contain its glory. Freedom like that of birds soaring in the sky with the wind caressing there feathering minds. Every nerve ending screams. I am free. Free from the negativity. Was it that simple but only a mind set away. Flesh of my flesh. Spirit of my soul be free for the captivity of the lies no longer have chains on me. Let's us be human. And look at the world. With eyes that were meant to see thru you lets see the humanity. And love. Be free to love my friend. Love your self. And then love others.