Tomorrow’s my birthday – hooray!
A lot of deep-rooted mistruths have been surfacing as of late. I find myself holding to the light everything I believe and allowing to burn anything that can’t stand the heat of what I’m deciding to be. I don’t want connection, unless it’s deep. This year, won’t be shorting me.
Deep Connection
Deep comfort
Is buried within the core
A continual fire,
Beaconing
For more
Than you have been accepting.
What if knowledge
Is ammunition?
What if I have been busy befriending
the weapons?
Then fueling them
With the very thing
That will leave me lifeless?
What if my intuition has been in a state of crisis,
walking around
falsely identifying
what’s mine?
What if I’m dying?
What if this is all just the flash before my eyes and
The impending sense of doom is knowing
Im milliseconds away from finding what awaits me,
in the next room?
What if this is hell,
and you’re here too?
Look –
I fuckin hate the words
“I’m trying”
The greatest enablers
To the “never enough”
Lifestyles.
The fire, it’s beaconing
to burn shit to the ground again.
The whole list of questions,
Beginning to end.
Set everything down,
Listen.
Then answer the calling
For deep
Connection
I’m begging.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 