#sam anta

Feel it. All of it. The soft tickles. The deep cuts. The eyes that mimic moons. Tongues that pierce like daggers. Swallow the sensible and the absurd. Give birth to realization. Soften with vigor

I feel in colors. Balance on soundwaves. Swim in silhouettes. Glide across ponds on lily pad hearts. Surrender myself to the inevitable winds of love and the brilliant turbulence of being.

Feel it All of it The soft tickles The deep cuts The eyes that mimic moons Tongues that pierce like daggers Swallow the sensible and the absurd Give birth to realization Soften with vigor.

Love has no form. Don’t fear it.

That strength in me that you admired so, it just burst into a million tiny pieces. Worry not, dust always settles.

You’re back amongst the stars. Recycled dust embellishing constellations.

Unbearable Compassion. Remember this when your ego beats on your heart like a drum.