And the Starlight Begins

found a new cult to join. #goals

I see myself so clearly in my dreams.

Awake I might get a glimpse of what it feels like to be myself

but the dream-life seems timeless and unending and deep with it all

and somehow contains less life. Less reality which isn't very romantic if you're someone who cares about dreams. But they aren't so much trustworthy as they are fun.

Most dreams are purely memory...

the me who won't exist in a present moment struggles with it. Dream-me is pure experience.

What does the opposite/undoing of spiritual bypassing look like?

Accountability and ownership of your mistakes?

Admitting you don't know an answer to something, in your own life and that of others?

Accepting the complexity of some things and just letting it be?

The sly way you slid it onto my things

like a trophy kill, when I wasn't looking,

leaving it there for me to find.

The paper had an inspired balance

ink and space

patterns I glimpsed from my rushed first look.

All the words capitalized

in perfect place

sweet and random and raw.

What felt like a portal to elsewhere

in my palm.

But I didn't read the whole of it

not yet

because I didn't have the strength

to breathe it completely in all at once,

so I'm saving it

like a morsel of chocolate

that I can dream about until the world slows down long enough

for me to let it melt