#writetorelease

I took a look inside myself and fuck I fell back in love again.

Wandered further into the lush forest of my mind and found a cozy little nook to curl up in.

Damn, this spot was bomb.

I put on a show for my lower self and she loved everything she saw.

Lost my heart somewhere in my soul and I hope its gone for good.

She held me close while I dissected parts told to disappear.

Everything was brought to the light and shown immense love. Now I know every molecule of me deserves all the love I can give and she wont be taking anything less than the best shit!

Dont squander my precious time.

I am finding all the love I can hold in this flesh of a home.

Filled my fingertips, burst my chest plate and fill my hair with glorious love, light and abundance.

Every dip in my thighs deserves to be kissed.

Found these words by Rumi on the first page of an autobiography I picked up about commune living in Oregon - a dream of mine I want to fulfill somewhere in the mountains of Hawaii - and they seem kismet with everything I have been writing about.

Trying to find my way back to the me i had planned on being; before my mom got sick, before reality hit a native 18 year old & told her her ideals didnt fit into a world where capitalism ruled & if you werent productive you didnt deserve happiness- or to exist.

A world where productivity proved your worth more than who you were as a soul.

To the molten hot depth of me.

But I never truly overflow; let all of my love come running forth.

I keep my gates partially closed at all times - letting some love seep forth; enough to appease the drought.

But never enough to drown.

Drown in my ocean of love.

Let my love for you take you under my waves.

Let it draw you to the bottom of its depths.

I dont belong here anymore.

Complacency is known to kill and dreams arent only mean to be slept on.

Flipped the script and took out the garbage in my soul that was crowding up the place.

You don't work for me - dont serve me anymore - you gotta go.

Opened the windows and aired out all the dusty corners.

07.28.20

Rambling on about all the possibilities; how it takes care of us - sending us blessings; and everything will ever need.

It really does hold us in its palm of love.

But I truly do believe there is a smaller universe within each of us.

Deep inside of our bodies, somewhere in the pit of our soul.

A perfect ecosystem of cosmos.

Shooting stars we send our wishes up to.

Galaxies to be explored.