man, isittooearly,toomaterial, togoonabouthowdeliciousifeel,
that its leg warmer season? yum.

createyourspace.

in a lifescape of a thousand pocketdreams, pulling out change to feed the progression meter, becomes a required action. consistently reevaluating what it is that creates freedom, defines an authentic, truth-based centre of being from which the energy of evolution can flow unstifled.
how long does it take to refine your sense of purpose, what necessary motions need to be gone through, what series of mini-revelations pave your way in understanding, back to the place where you can deliver focused effort to your mission.
creating space for understanding so very often requires repetitive stumbling through previous lessons, what if we could widen the gap enough to get our perspective from the verge, and still emerge with the same enrichment in understanding, as if we dove headfirst into tragedy and painful pounding reminders of why we need to give up certain things... cease certain actions, burn down specific beliefs. and turn inward the force of love that propels all ventures- so that we remain consistently fueled for a shift in the way we're livin'.

...be here now.

carousing my way back to where i started seems like an elegant slip into the understanding i was unable to grasp without taking the crossroad, shifting the perspective and alotting for space to expand.
the key to integrating new awareness lays in the ability not to slip into a state of counterproductive clinging to outworn attitudes. breaking the cycle.
good love fight for everyday.
step back into the moment and press forward only with a freshfaced rhythm. call upon the unthwarted viewpoints of childlike innocence to nagivate your now with the shotgun accuracy of lightheartedness.

deliver yourself from being a product of the things that happened to you' by being an advocate for forgiveness and wonderment for the idomitable will of the human spirit to continue to exist.
flourish. be grateful. be new. unwrap the gifted ability to overcome.

instinct.intuition.inability.insurrection....

the ability to trust ones inner voice could arguably be the most important lesson in self love, &preservation. architecting reasons to deny the things that appear as if from a parallel dimension-  that we occasionally refuse to recognize, but simply as subconscious soundtrack,
- never saw built the landscapes and structures that would define a new era of abundance, throughout the empire you sought to construct, in supposed good faith.
- i prefer to believe in my own truths. particularly when they are coming from a place of worthiness and love.
after so many years of pattern repetition and perpetual alignment for future suffering,
i have come to a truce within myself, that i will no longer deliberately disobey that inner voice that whispers sweet nothings of vast value-
...whilst i stumble often blindly attempting to make decisions at the moment in which i have no other option but to choose whats been narrowed down by preconceived notions and tired deprication..

i hope to find myself delivered, to a place of quiet wisdom and fortitude,...one that allows reprieve for all the painful moments i have alloted myself on the path to freedom.

saints,salvation,simplification

i wonder through the heirloom nights in my manifested utopia... cornered by an inkling of a life i left behind....tinkering with notions of happiness..freedom spilled out the crack of a foundation built on hopeful imagination. the sea is an enchantment of infinite proportion\ rest safely, delicately, arousing transformation while centred in your space of integrity. rooted instigation. speak the truth.