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What is magical thinking.
It seems to go unnoticed.
Those superficial motives.
The kind where that killer ego,
Says I am and you are not.
The kind that connects the dots,
In some state of delirium.
That tells you nobody is better.
That tells you how extrodinary you are.
It's not about saying or doing.
But looking at the stars and
Searching for freedom between them.
Am I in control or without.
Am I unlucky or not.
To live in vain is to exhibit your character,
In some way that the soul has adopted
Wisdom as a choice.
And that wisdom is unbroken unchained.
So next time I think I am better for it.
Will it be because I offered my virtue
Ahead of my own unfound denial.
And my love for sweet
Champagne.

Act till you die

The words are coming so here is more:
TRUST
When the eagle flies he doesn’t first wait and wonder if his wings will support him. He simply launches upwards and trusts, knows, believes he will take flight. And he does.

So many times we hover in fear, dwelling upon the what ifs. Giving great power to the fear. Allowing it to direct our lives and hoping we will be safe.

It takes great courage to trust, in the universe, God, life, fate, whatever you wish to call it. Even greater courage to believe that you are okay, you are taken care of. Maybe not always to your liking, but you are.

Take the time to be still, meditate in your way, go inside and ask the questions that concern you. Listen. The guidance and help you need is all there. Deepen into your Self and knowledge will flow.

Often, it takes a lifetime of challenges, conquering fears, falling victim to them, before we come to a place of knowing. All is as it should be. We are okay.

The ability to trust is a real thing that we must embrace. It comes to us when we have ceased to try to fix things with our mind and allowed a greater knowing to be present and move through us.

Trust is the antidote to fear.

Currated by Shea Hampton
Suported by DAG

Sounds of the Afterlife

I no longer hear the sound of frogs in a distant past. 

I can no longer hear the frog. 

Ribbit 

Ribbit 

But how has language become what we know of it. 

And how is it different. 

What will change us. 

Wherever the end of the light is. 

That is where I'll be. 

If time were a gift

If time were a gift... 

Nearing the dark recess of my mind. 

I would tell people how I love. 

How intent I am. 

How my dreams are made.

It would tell of a great many things, 

Surrounding the heart. 

And in my heart of hearts, 

Everything feels new. 

Like a renewed sense of faith. 

The kind of unconscious absurdities you strongly 

Strongly believe in or not. 

I, a certain type of character 

This world will never truly know.