Better every dayI feel it, stuck in this painIn this space, in this placeI’m seeing straight, nowGetting what I needI believe in the powerOf slow, attentionAs the hours go

Did I mentionThat my intention growsWith the fire of healing

Five time to the fifth dimensionMy spirit rising from the trenchesOf working on my dreamsMy passion relentless

Stitched in every seamThe fabric’s fitting, flashingI fashioned my path to the processOf having what’s next in my hand

From the second it glistens out the lightThat’s living in the beat of my heartA dog without the need to barkI am

Better every day

…Maybe you can hear it in the recording. It’s hard to control my breath, I’m popping my Ps a little too much.

Six broken ribs. It’d been six days yesterday when I wrote and recorded this. Some initial pain started lifting. I started seeing clearer. Becoming at ease with the process of healing, even if it strips me of continuing to engage in the evolution of a successful life as I see it.

Slow is good. Healing is inspiration. Passion is motivation.

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