May the prayers of your peace be the piece of the puzzle you're seeking. May the things you're seeing be the thoughts that seek you. May the way the words flow arrange the way the why designs your next show. May the mind meet you at the way your gratitude greets you. May the way the reality of this realm graces your presence be the gate way heaven aligns your presents. May this moment be the momentum of your meracles.
3.10.22 | The Time of Wine. The Wind of a Changing Chime.
Be grateful for the Be+Coming.
Get lost in your legacy. Be found in the dreMes.
All of the you's are once "i"s.
Isn't that the beauty of appreciation?
It's the app that keeps on giving.
The joy of the journey is that its moment-by-moment: specs of perception as spots of perfection.
To see beauty in every be+ing is to access it from within the cellves.
The courage of a character is the class of its characteristics.
What moves you? What drives you? What keeps going at the speed of sound and the passage of it , too?
The light of our love is that it shines - like the sun; existing as is so you can be as you are.
The pages of our past are pieces of our future.
Only nothing is the perceived notion of what's next.
Pause. Breathe. Be.
How amazing is this maze of a mind?
To audit, amend and align the frequencies in which you frequent; organize the organza of your organisms.
As the body is perfectly bound as is our human experience.
For if we were never taught the love language of our leadership, we'd be communicating through the vibes of our readership.
We are mechanisms of minds, mines, and magic.
We move through sensations to stimulate our observations.
What is this moment moving you to, through and as you?
Isn't the beauty of light, love, laughter, and happily ever after is that its you+niversally applicable?
We hear the hurt and heal it in spurts.
For every growth spurt is a seed of sweetness blossoming as a beauty of surrender.
The meracle of nature: its nothingness.
To give is our glory.
To serve is our story.
To heal is our here.
To be is our