Slowly
Racing as it were
What else do I need to do to sense release from my own ambition
Running animal melody
Its ok to eat
Even better to sleep
Should I have another coffee
Maybe tea this time
Schedule listening sessions for your next project
Musical intentions
Yearning
Should I let this part of me go for awhile
Then who have I become
Mountains that are new
I see myself standing there
Looking down on a world of before now
This is my time
As it is yours
Reading more material to unleash the cosmic power
Without hesitation the voices require my strength
To battle them in the darkness
Waves in sound
Shower me at night
Other moments
How did I get here
Is here the place I shall rest
Even if it seems like I have been
This moment is different
I am new
Learning again or I have grown in such an evolution
There are people to turn to
Scared at times I don’t
Seeing hues in the sky
Candles lit every day to ensure my intentions are in place
I light it for each of you
Sending signals
Messages clear to the outside that I am here with you
Frequency nirvana
Folded pages building on a new shelf
Looking back on personal interest
Reads of preparation to help others
Where do I begin
Seems there’s always a rhythm coming in and out
Pulse
I still see them in my head
Talk to them
Make amends
Owning what is truth in the present for me now
Feels different
I’m ok with admitting fault
The only way to move through anything is to acknowledge
Honor it with everything
It’s ok to eat
Even better to sleep
Lists running like credits fast forwarding next to my head
When I walk I hear music without playing
Talking in the world I yearn for others who understand
To feel they do
How did we develop such a mold for ourselves to weave through
Busy it keeps the person who wants another thing
I might always be sailing my own ship in the depths of a larger body
Not less or more
Just different
Humility runs this program
Celebrate from kind gentle spaces
They called me gentle at the center of wellness
Called me kind
Called me wise
Insightful mind
It sits on my fridge all these kinds words
When my true nature finally picked the lock of trauma
And rolled out for what felt like the first time
Life will shackle you to expectations
Imprison you to yourself until you accept the thing you deny
Although time has been wasted
It’s good to be here
Its ok to eat
Even better to sleep
Reading in between to expose clarity of thoughts
Music
Writing
Beautiful colors on my hand as I paint
Their smiles when they finish off a cantaloupe
Smells of patchouli every time I open the silverware drawer
Ghosts I appreciate
As I do those that have walked in and out of my life
As I moved through their spaces with a bag of complications
Wondrous scars and belief in a purpose without fully understanding
Just yet
Collapse on this colorful blanket that was never finished by her
Its now part of our story
Her creation
Vintage beauty
And all the subtle breezes coming through the windows
Doors open
Brave heart
Crazy soul
Scan for the words effortlessly
Wait in content
Forget
Hazy Acres 
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