the flavor of dreams resonates a sortof recurring message of massacred faith
i swear to myself so often that i have done the work to heal certain parts of myself
certain relationships with certain concepts
but alas, nothing is certain..
and the breeze of uncertainty blows in a reckoning
a time for release.
yet how do you rid what was once so deeply woven into the very essence of you...
conspire to erase what you loved...?
.... seems tragic, impossible, without answer...
and within the walls of forgotten lives the moss grows, the roots still exist
the webs of spiders weaving lament that requires reconciliation, cleansing,
remnants for removal..
this dream i continue to have in which the circumstances change but the message is the same,
reminds me...all is but another opportunity to redefine
the energy flows in, the portal opens itself for transmission, submission to the frequency that dials us in to unified motion, devotion to...
The vision shared by those who stand beside one another, when is it the same? What fosters alignment? Is there opportunity to be separate ...
...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 t...