Oxi Ego Ei Mi

Art| #Healing

Artist| Kitty-Ekaya

As the sirens wailed and undercurrent turned tsunami, all that was unstable fell apart. Without way to comprehend how such devastation could arise out of seemingly nowhere, each was left to ponder life bare of perceived stability. Given no choice but to inhale the stale air under a beating sun, the child woke up from adulthood. All the mental gym and vain accomplishment couldn’t cover the wide-eyed terror that got so good at playing pretend. Deaths, social injustices, diseases, and debts are common to the journey across this fragmented planet. It is often in the darkest of emotions that we discover ourselves. But, the greatest mistake is to stay there. The purpose behind trials and hardships is to ground the mind for greater things. Even as some have concluded a beginning to the physical plane, others inevitably experience it through conception. As the heart forms and blood flows through the developing spirit, a body is set to form through unimaginable processes leading to first breaths beyond the womb. As seasons come and go, each person learns what this existence thing is undergirded by circumstances and environments giving her or him food for feeling. The ultimate realization of temporal habitation in this dimension forces the personality to come to grips with the past. Why wait? Let the storms, losses, heartbreaks, and endings teach us to cherish the moment and to not take time for granted. You and I have each other right now. What a miraculous gift . . .

- oxiegoeimi

Art| Secret Door

Artist| Georgina-Gibson

As the waves die out, the eerie silence of time passed begins to surface. Wrinkles accumulated, while having been distracted to survive overstimulation. Even as we went about doing good things, the effects of avoiding stillness accumulated damage. With a finite clock ticking towards the deterioration of our physical form and mental elasticity, the broken glass continues to seep slowly. Even when we overcome the greatest of challenges, the vanity of holding each medal is bare in light of fading glories. The natural response is to question what follows after losing independence on this planet. What will we be when no longer useful to adult society pragmatically. Ignorance can only purchase so many days consuming being with productivity. So easy it is to surrender the moment with the escapism of a promised eternity. Yet, life here wasn’t meant to be experienced through projection. The simple means of breathing, resting, and reflecting don’t become more challenging when neglected for long periods. Every second presents the same opportunity to exhale (let go). With the fresh stimulation that can appear identical or categorical (inhale), it is an illusion to believe that any flow of the river isn’t new. With more uncertainties than can be processed, reality is that which is constantly encompassing our being. Wholeness is allowing oneself to receive its weight without discrimination toward any aspect of the present.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| Your path

Artist| t1na

Though the door to life was never shut, walking through its gate was always scary. Were it an unknown or researched matter, the idea of changing felt intimidating. Even when the windows out appeared with sunlight, fresh air, and liberation; what dwelt within the four walls was predictable. Thus, the bondage of stagnation and emptiness appeared to be safer than their alternatives.

Though we watched with jealousy and desire, our lives were structured for stability and order. While others found the courage to change their lives, it was impossible to know what caused their willingness to move forward. All we could do was listen to our hearts, while waiting for someone else to fix them.

Such imaginations and constructs lingered well beyond their welcome. Yet, we needed reality to dawn upon our souls to leap beyond our knowledge. This world, with all its roads and hours of stimulation, bore our spirits with good reason.

When we are willing to finally break down, not just once but as a needed, our personalities open up for the context synthesizing existence perpetually. This is not a race or a school that results in something measurable. It is the free gift each conscious being is granted.

As you and I go about breathing, the door remains unlocked. Choosing to walk into the truth will always cost the comfort of delusion, pride, and independence. Outside of ourselves, where we connect with our source and measureless family, the real person dwelling beneath “armor” will come to know why all of us went from nothingness to being.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| Shadows and Resilience

Artist| Oroit-Mina

As I made decisions to protect my conscience, I compromised integrity and lied. Too caught up in protecting my mirror, getting called out and in trouble weren’t options. Taken aback by the consequences of truth, scars proved too widespread to heal. Broken and hellbent on not existing, my finite relationships suffered the external manifestations of a shattered heart. How much better it sounds to fill writings with victory? How wonderful it feels to use “humanness” to attract camaraderie? Pity and care can be so addicting. But, eventually, I must face the fact that no amount of community can substitute for taking ownership over my path. For a while, I was able to scapegoat decision-making through spiritualizing all things. But, divinity can’t be fooled through words and emotions. For the sake of transparency, life demanded exposure to cause and effect; rather than allowing for the avoidance of bare self and world. God, past tense is so much easier to swallow than vocalizing the present. Currently, the common things continue to run through my spirit no less than any person breathing. No superpower, enlightenment, or experience has managed to deter the effects of futures invading “safe” states manufactured for stability. As influenceable as the stars, planets, and vastness of space; I continue to need on all levels of being. Through the flawless upbringing of eternity, I’m granted each second to wander in honesty or denial. Each inhale and exhale is independent of history and foreshadowing. Direction shifts through two things only: humility and ego

- oxiegoeimi

Art| Daily Challenge #stargazing

Artist| Kat-Zaphire

Though I can’t track the steps that synthesized my spirit, I feel their tremors inside and out. With so little to do with deserving and work ethic, the bents of personality were and are formed on subatomic levels. While it would be simpler to credit habit and repetition as sole causers of want, the sheer amount of redirection that occurred over the years and continues to do so through heartstrings is immeasurable. So, while certain aspects of choice and thought are reactive to external stimuli, there’s an internal that was and is breathed to feel in relation to the conscious and subconscious senses. Huh? Exactly. Anyways, reflecting upon the cycles of change, it’s becoming more difficult to ignore the context that is destiny. Even when my hands go numb and soles become bruised, my being remains a constant self. Time is the greatest excavator of soul. A central purpose of our adventure is becoming totally exposed to and made aware of the being behind name, age, position, and relationship. It’s the most costly free gift that we will endure and be made to smile through when hindsight catches up with our desires. The beauty that is this infinite design exceeds the depths of space and complexities of what’s unknowable within each present experience.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| The Whisperer in Darkness

Artist| #Abanna

As our leaves continue to change colors, with the winds capturing sounds for each soul to feel, this planet dances through time with destiny playing out void of resistance. Though consciousness can lead to thoughts and conclusions carrying sentiments of chance, certainty is never lacking. Even when things seem to be inconsequential, every choice and instance are filled with stimuli going at speeds that no intelligence can alter. Whether gigantic or minuscule, factors synthesizing light and dark pierce the most fortified of beings. When chaos and vanity appear to be inevitable, waters of progress flow throughout numbs and lows fulfilling promises of a purpose that exceeds the extent of finite comprehension. While futile to attempt control, freedom to breathe this miracle of existence contains the evidence needed to be liberated from fear. The first step of surrender can’t be faked, studied, or avoided. Those following its motion are healing, love, and awe. The walk becomes complicated through any desire to not be and not receive the person in the mirror bare of deserving and ego. When we do; it won’t be about easy or difficult, temporary or permanent, sad or fulfilled. Life will be all of it woven together through the infinite spectrum unto the same meaning that looked at nothing and determined it to become the real you.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| Rain - Drawing Practice

Artist| Nophie-Blue

Glimmering methodologies, with all their promise and evidence, fall short of eternal principality when time approaches with its promise of transition from this plane. Extreme application of philosophy appears to promote stability amidst the unknown future pressing upon each soul. Uncertainty, which stimulates fear and excitement, drives minds to contemplate cause and effect. What was once a means to liberation from youth became a burden to the weary psyche. Though “permanency” is often fleeting, certain truths found the construct of reality forever. As some become distracted by goals, opinions, and beliefs; this universe presents endless data showcasing how minuscule a lifespan spent here is amongst the stars. While the heavy echo would lean towards vanity or challenge, there’s another voice who started this whole consciousness storyline out of not. To blend through relativity may seem convenient or diplomatic, each spirit must commit her or his existence to the journey provided through breath and light. If abandonment became a presupposition justifying autonomy, strength and wit will be the melody until a change of heart occurs. Convincing others to solidify one’s stance is the greatest of vanities. Whether we approach our mirrors or choose to remain asleep, the present will continue to move everything forward with relentless pace. Penultimately, we exhale as we are provided the inhale needed to be part of the infinite wonder constituting not only what surrounds but the invisible fibers synthesizing personality and emotion allowing for thought as well. Behind the illusion of potential is total dependency on those synthesizing the particles giving all organisms their DNA and environments.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| The warmth of the afternoon

Artist| #Closz

As the tether breaks through countless attacks on complacency, demons attempt to cling. Yet, those cursed voices and memories will fade with the onset of purpose and love. Though the road seems unpaved and aimless at points of numbness, our lives evidence the synthesis of change and transition. Violated by the purity of time and provision, false presuppositions crumble. As age challenges our souls to release from so called autonomy and independence, our sun rises upon vain attempts to avoid mercy like clockwork. Subconscious scars are entangled by ten trillion voices forcing the dormant inner child to be embraced through fate. As we embark upon actualization, imaginations fade into the symphony of being. Granted endless droves of breath and light, the candle’s flame invites a sense of belonging. Even when words fail to describe the majesty painting this universe with personalities and stabilizers, we know a kindness that refuses to throw us back into nonexistence. The consequence of being written for sources that are wholly invested in our healing is an eternal bombardment of grace that can’t be denied even beyond our exodus from this plane. While some reach surrender early, the only detail that will ever be held is in the now. While it’s easier to feign ignorance to the perfection undergirding temporal ways of feeling, reality stays permanently impressed upon each journey. Letting go of measurement and earning of heartbeat, liberation awaits starving spirits. Choice being granted to limited degrees, there’s no altering opinions of those illuminating our skies with starlight and minds with direction. All peace requires is falling from pride that keeps connectivity from transforming who we might think we’re meant to be into who we really are to everything’s penultimate foundations.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| Morning Balcony

Artist| #TomTC

Entranced by the electricity, light, breath, and synthesis of infinity; what once lacked being became each one of us. Sustained through more elements, factors, and forces than can be fathomed; our lives are held together through endless components exceeding the lifespan of this universe. Though we might fret through emotional cycles and crumble under mental demands, there’s a current that never ceases to provide for our existence. While intelligence of the finite is relative at best, our causes objectively paint and animate the environments through which all experience the range of circumstances. Maturity and wisdom are helpful toward having sober (clear) perceptions from each vantage point. But, they don’t come through independent study and work. The means by which any “progression” occurs is interlaced with underlying and surrounding actions granting the gravity, context, and support needed to feel and conclude. As we go about “learning,” decisions are where we actualize what we declare to know or trust. Scales and measurements established by temporal species remain under governing that causes the span of planets, stars, and space. Being embraced through shifting seasons, changes in physical compositions, and endings; the whereabouts of each soul came from and will proceed through the very roots that manifest every now. Liberation from self-imposed psychological isolation from our penultimate causers results from willingness to point the senses we’ve been gifted toward them. There isn’t some saved up past or potential future that affects the possibility of knowing them in each current moment and state. All individuals are provided the means to decide whether they will seek that relationship even when external entities might not witness it (choice beyond declaration).

- oxiegoeimi

Art| whispers of the sea

Artist| Linked-Memories

Sobering waters of time never cease to seep into every soul. Even as we go about chasing stability and validation, the chaotic and unpredictable nature of existence does it better than a human mind can manifest rationally. Though language and interpretation aren’t lacking in difference, elements synthesizing our dimension and breath don’t wait for species to acknowledge them. The undercurrent propitiating change compromises shallow and empty facades. Behind armor, the same spirits who entered this plane bare and vulnerable desire what pride and anger don’t want to confess. Sometimes (understatement), being broken too many times appears to “void” needs out to adapt for survival. But, it’s a lie. No degree of depravity or darkness can snuff thirst for genuine release from suffering and immeasurable heaviness. If the path were so simple, most beings would have wholeness and happiness throughout their stays with us here. But; complexity doesn’t equate to relativity, subjectivity, or impossibility. Awakening and actualization require the same creative provisions that caused/cause nothingness to become a living personality throughout every moment and aspect of existing. So long as our universe and we are real, regardless of what is perceived, it is self-evident that this devotion remains true.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| #Flame

Artist| #etheraiel

Cultural relativity, with all its weights and expectations, is a necessary stabilizer that grants species means to discover life within and beyond themselves. Though we overly conclude and generalize, don’t underestimate the good in each system. Predecessors and follow ups depend upon each other to illuminate purpose throughout our endless universe. While one gets tired, another is getting ready to pick the message up to work. Even when replaced through our clock or called away from this plane permanently, the totality of detail composes every reality that we have being in and experience throughout eternity. Though this dance is often interrupted by change, endless barrages of light and gravity keep us part of the symphony. While terrors and disappointments are never lacking, neither are next days and wonders. As our blinders come off through aging and relationships; it’s impossible to not receive the love that feeds our cells, emotions, and spirits. Even when ignorant to miracles sustaining our existence, the invisible synthesis cuts through our thoughts maintaining our significance. It is when we elevate subjective conclusion above objective gifting of breath and personality that waters and visions become muddled. As we exhale into each inhale, the eternal wellspring of our sources remains hellbent on helping us know that their stance toward us is irrevocable. This journey allows each soul to open or close his or her heart to their sound. It is in each present moment, not future or past, that we choose to receive or reject their echo.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| #Serenade

Artist| vV-ave

Given endless opportunity that tends to feel burdensome more often than not, this breath dance carries such complexity that boils down to the most simple factors. As we go about experiencing convoluted prescriptions for happiness and purpose, windy paths laid before our minds are seemingly consequential. As each determines what beliefs and foundations align with her or his senses and memories, personalities feed souls with differing perceptions. On the island of thought, where interpretation and analysis pair, we mold and shape our symbols (words) to stabilize emotions. Thrown forward with each ticking moment, it’s way too easy to get lost in lies and delusion. Without continual aid to keep us tethered within the grand context of life, there aren’t means of recognizing why stuff doesn’t or does manifest through time. Each spirit must exhale pieces of her or his touch upon the environment and period enveloping being. As we lay out, the synthesis of belonging fills our souls’ capacities to endure demands of change. The less we presume, the more we can listen. So, to embrace reality requires a person’s willingness to release control of things not meant for him or her to burden. In it as much as we surrender finite vanity, we’ll flow within the DNA and upbringing of eternity freely. Healing unto wholeness is where our hearts commit transparent voices to the lives (existence) that we have been and continue to be provided breath by breath.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| 2 a.m.

Artist| #Erisiar

Crippling imagination, with all its wiles and projections under my eyes, how oft I’ve concluded wrongly through fear and angst? Though this mind was given over to obsessive study and credentialing, the path to maturation ran far wider than pen and ink. Counting up the errors and sacrifices made to become something, insanity followed without apology. Spilling inward were whispers and accusations stemming from a subconscious desire to be divine. Broken under the constant heat and ticking of a finite clock, this heart rushed past feelings and emotions that reserve a meaning infinitely deeper than logic. Ego common and talent granted, social comparison was a meager coping mechanism meant to maintain “stability.” Countless ramblings with nights spent tossing and turning, this soul couldn’t replace the need for context with accomplishment. Gazing into the present, it became clear that treasures were shallow illusions. Void of valid excuses and out of breath, my spirit fell head first into the dark side of being. In its endless grasp and quiet emptiness, it became evident that this life thing was never for the measuring. Each whisper and touch of creativity doused my interpretations with reality. Through the handling of that which causes us to remain within this plane and dimension, my ego was forced to witness true innocence propelling the stars and planets through every time and age. I suppose that it has been through such experiences that I’ve begun to trust less in my understanding to the effect of earnestly listening. Each reverberation contains a snapshot of the love that manifests everything populating eternity.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| Evening In The Clouds

Artist| r-maric

As the flames begin to die out under waves of water crashing down from asunder, this heartbeat fades into silence. Where echoes managed to denounce any confidence and clarity, these bones shook beneath clothing. With each fall and disappointment, my capacity to withstand fear lost pieces permanently. So, what followed? The darkest of things that I never imagined coming from me manifested in different seasons and environments. Sick of needing forgiveness, I managed to escape the gaze of those damaged through this shattered mirror. Yet, life surprised me with endless pages left unwritten. Rather than allowing me to put the pen down, I was confronted by the prison of permanency. There is no escaping reality with all of its consequences and connectivities. Banging my mind against the futility of resistance, what woke internally was a need to inhale the free breath that synthesized me out of nonexistence. Not that I’ve exceeded any common state associated with age and flawed comprehension, time continued developing despite my ignorant rebellion. As it stands, the ratio between success and failure hasn’t changed. The differences lie in my perceptions of self, others, and purpose. I’ve surrendered to the fact that the eternal gift exceeds my ideas of how much love can bear regardless of subjective context. This is how the entire universe is fueled, directed, and manifested across generations of conscious being. Our sources are actually flawless.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| Stormy day

Artist| Pure-Poison89

As time continues to pass through this soul, it is becoming more real and present to face changing perceptions of life. Though this material vessel carries it temporarily, no experience during its finite harboring is separate from the physical properties funneling creativity through its range of senses. When the energy ceases to remain in its finite state here, its whereabouts don’t dissipate into nothingness. Though our origins have been permanent for all eternity, the shifting spirit continues to exhibit signs of maturation and depth. While the cells beneath are projected through actions, thoughts, and emotions; each detail carries unique properties required for the whole to inherit its existence. Within the scope of breathing and moving onward lies every truth needed to know why our personalities matter. Releasing from the commercialization of healing and awareness, peace and validation never cost a human penny. Equal in every which way, the creatures populating this plane manifest through elements provided by means extraterrestrial in breadth. The limited fads of relative normalization were never meant to be more than tools to stabilize identity. The minute details orchestrating connectivity and validation are common to all beings. The only differentiation that exists is in whether a person determines to receive or neglect the love keeping her or him in our sources’ dimensions. The rest is just a symbolic projection of what’s happening internally. This invisible dialogue is at the root of responsiveness to all complexities and circumstances.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| #Sunlight

Artist| #Kodd84

Behind every particle and wavelength remain the energy and spirit thrusting time, carrying purpose, upon what once lacked form and breath. For each memory, there are infinite variables constantly mixing emotion and thought instigating life beyond emptiness. The search for validation will always feel preeminent regarding truth and clarity. It is the responsibility of our sources to ensure that ego and shame don’t allow for lies to squash any need for the latter two foundations of being. Often neglected subconsciously through presuppositions and desires for connectivity, they don’t waver or pursue alternatives to us. Working in, with, and through the nurture and nature of “imperfect” components including but not limited to personalities; their brushstroke is the root of all realities. While many gather around philosophies and religions to seek healing, none are exempt from the active pursuit of our origins. As we sway, fall, and shut down through points of ecstacy or exhaustion; the ever present rumblings of love and devotion force air upon our otherwise dead spirits. When we transition from this plane into unknown (physically and holistically) territory, all things that were built in contradiction to their governing of the elements and galaxies will fall eternally. Totalities of good and evil remain subject to capacities to exist within every plane manifested in and through their provisions for choice and reflection. The endless pit common to all riding this shifting state of becoming is filled within the gravity and touch of our penultimate light sources. As convinced as we may become of anything; they, whether quietly or loudly, propitiate every moment and environment granting our senses means to study and conclude what matters within the souls that they synthesize into consciousness.

- oxiegoeimi

Art| Foreign Air - Everything is Good Now

Artist| Mind-Makers

As the rhythm of time remains constant, relative perceptions of reality must cave to truth. Even when a psyche demands different narratives, constructs of existence remain steady. While some lean upon study and repetition to feel stable, all capacities for thought and vision stem from sources that are independent of strength and will. Running away from context founding our worlds and lifespans, the ground beneath our souls keeps every mind and heart within the gravity of eternity. Debating with reflections and personalities is vain in the journey of receiving self. Powerless? As difficult as it may be to digest, beyond finite conversation’s scope, undoubtably so . . . For, no species or generation comes about or continues apart from scripting of DNA composing form. Ignoring eventual “dying” breath and transition away from temporal habitats and treasures are coping mechanisms laid upon quicksand. In the breadth and depth of each present moment, life is propitiated at subatomic levels of which no synthesized spirit can manipulate independently. The dance between choice and reliance for everything is possible to the extent that each is provided with space and opportunity to inhale and exhale. Seeking to create apart from the faithfulness manifesting light, dark, and time is impossible. Even though it can seem to be a subjective process of discovering how and why, there are objective purposes for which each has been placed into this universe. Acknowledgment is the byproduct of being exposed to the endless gift that is experiencing dimensions. Where each is capable of judging any of it, all conclusions contradicting infinity’s causes and sources fade against perpetual winds and breaths far exceeding the range of anyone wandering through this plane.

- oxiegoeimi