May 6th 2024

Let these words flow like shackles that stream tears of blood joy in my veins,

I will not falter my faults,

You will not be within your shame,

I will not let the willows whisk me away,

For I am free to be in this,

Laying sheltered in the softness of this bed,

Laying with my sharp thoughts, glistening in the dim-lit light of our moody skies,

I am free to be me within the love of myself, the love of my knowing, the love of others,

The love of many others, for I have seen this life before and choose to be the owl who lights up the night sky this time,

I choose to be in the sensual self-loving body who knows no bounds, but love all, loving everyone for their faults,

I will choose light, dark, love and laughter,

I will choose the right path, whatever that may be, whatever line works, for it is already chosen,

Evenwhen the mundane speaks loudly,

Like when those who drink speak loudly and highly of their undoubted knowing that,

By drinking more toxins, we are not in our ways of being,

We are in our ways of misconstructed seeing,

Our sight becoming blinded by the clouded yellow heavy waters of avoiding ourselves and our faults,

Rather than taking time to remember,

Remembering that our shadows would rather not be diluted away,

But seen, in their truest forms,

Concentrating, integrating, letting our lights and painful darkness shine through together,

For it’s about the balance of these two,

That brings more to this life,

So take this journey of balance, be the truest you.