Your Reality And My Reality, Have Two Different Eyes. Your Experiences Become Your Thoughts, As So Does Mine. So How Do We Know, What Reality Is.. If We’re Both Having Our Own, Unique Experiences? What’s Real to You, May Not Be Real for Me.. So Where Do We Stand? How Do We Agree? Is Reality… Continue reading What Is Reality?
She Arrives With the Wind- Her Hair Electric. She Resembles a Storm, She’s Powerful–Magnetic. She Stands in Her Power, She Knows Her Strength. She Resonates Intensely, With Her Own Wavelength. When She Sees Illusion, She’s No Time For It’s Games. She Unsheathes Her Tongue, She Sets Her Aim. She Wields Her Words, Like a Sharpened… Continue reading Our True Nature
My Spirit Beckoned, By a Weightless Call. To Dance With the Stars. ..To Leave It All. To Be Free of My Binds, To This Lawful Density. And Watch It All, From My True Propensity. This World is Madness.. I Wondered Why I’d Come.. Why I’ve Continued to Struggle.. Why I Haven’t Succumb.. Do I Play… Continue reading Bound To Density
A Contract Lay Before You, Of a Healthy Self-Notion; Setting Down the Foundation, Of An Inner Promotion. It Lay Claim To Your Power. A Desicion Past Due. For There are Those, Who’d Happily Take It from You. With Words as Your Shield, As Ticks the Last Hour. It’s a Binding Decree- It’s Your Reclamation of… Continue reading Reclamation Of Power
For Years She Was Silenced, Resentfully Unaware.. Of the Power She Held, Within Her Care. As She Awakened This Power, Others Saw Its Use. They Siphoned This Energy, Said it Wasn’t Abuse. They Directed Her Power, Where They Saw Fit, Not Caring if It Hurt, Or if She Even Wanted It. But As She Opened… Continue reading Hand Of Dictation
In the previous article from this series, I discussed Jeff Buckley and how his music had an impact on me. If you know anything about Jeff, you know he had a dad, Tim Buckley, who was a singer-songwriter in his day as well. The day I found out about Tim, I immediately searched for his… Continue reading A Deeper Look: Tim Buckley (Part 2)
I Look in the Mirror, I See My Reflection. Or Maybe I’m Just, A Collective Projection? I See Me in You, And in All that I Meet. At Times It’s Scary, Sometimes It’s Sweet. We’re a Vibratory Piece, Of All Our Interactions. Thus Forming a Whole; A Self-Realization. We’re a Single Component, In this Endless… Continue reading A Reflective Projection