The sound of peace is asleep beneath our heavenly moon. She radiates her infinite wisdom through the sound of light that penetrates our every cell. Our awakening is entirely dependant on this source of brilliance and purity, yet we still turn away and deny this precious gift as it glares down so brightly on us at this time. My heart painfully aches for her divine intervention. I’m completely open to her light and power as I throw my bare knees to the wet, abundant earth in prayer and praise. I scream with a mute voice through impenetrable layers of armor to dismantle these chains that bind me so tightly to this earthly plane. I humbly shiver in her beauty with tear drenched cheeks as I revere her unwaivering guidance and devotion.
My knees are bleeding into this rich soil, making offerings of fertility and surrender. I forsake all that is me and joyfully bleed myself into her palms, pleading to be received and equally revered, for THIS is all I have. Every magnificent drop of my essence squeezed from my vessel leaving the heart to pump fervently and singularly to sustain YOU, my precious mother. YOU that has given me life, love and all that I’ve ever held dear. YOU who has striped away every membrane of superfluous indulgence and returned them to me, as jewels from a treasure chest I would never have discovered alone. YOU are the reason I remain in tact and whole, able to serve more generously and gift the world the limitless version of myself. Here …Take my blood as the nectar that will bond us into an eternal communion so that we may both be nourished to the core.
My beloved mother and father are above and beneath me, intricately woven into a blanket of poetry that’s deliciously circulated throughout the cosmos, Their love as true as the dew sparkling in the morning sun. Their perfectly merging forces constantly pulling the strings of my existence, like a puppet dangling with glee and humility. This pure expression of art ceaselessly aimed at entertaining my hearts desires, filling me to the brim, 'til I expode and beg for mercy. No matter how splintered or shattered my dreams may become, their poetry steadily streams through my veins, creating a symphony for the world to behold. I remain an instrument for this art and graciously accept the terms.
The art is the magic that belies your every breath. It will wrap you up in its nurturing, loving arms and mysteriously navigate you towards your truth, one steady step at a time. Peacefully allow the dream to unfold. Soon you will have it all, one sugary sip of the magicians breastmilk at a time and you shall be wonderously whisked away into the world that belongs to none other than YOU. The unique and promising journey of YOUR life awaits you. Now …. Take my enthusiastic hand and Lets float away together, there we shall flourish.