I'd hoped I'd see more of my own life flourishing by now, but instead, I've seen all of life flourishing. I've seen mysef in mirrors, flowers, and those that I despise. I've seen them in robes and crowns, smiling at me and smoking cigars.
In shadowed nights, the soul's messages are more deeply hidden. More acutely described to the mind when it's not thinking. More alerted by slience and inability to move about freely.
Whatever's moving through one of us is moving through all of us. No more pain than freedom. No more lucrative deals than rotten deals gone bad. No more hollow than fulfilled, or forgiven than really still pissed off at. And for this I'm grateful. Forever giving myself the chance to adopt a new frame of reference, I feel afraid most of the time.
My mother's energy, from time to time, absorbs me so fully that I can feel it, feel her, and my heart's all part of my limbs and organs. we are one.
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