ENCHANTED WORD

I wish I could see the sounds of the silence that I become aware of when all goes quiet.

I imagine them to be as hypnotic as the northern lights or as mysterious as the stars.

I’ll not spend my days neglected and lonely because you love me. I’ll gladly spend my days alone and in true company—loving myself.

I am screaming on the inside--

the part of me that has been hidden since ever.

I am almost free..

I can taste the sight of new vision.

I can smell the aroma of the new.

I can hear each hair on end as it shouts and praises its inherent truth.

I can quickly identify the sadness present in others, for it is often present in me. This makes it so much easier to feign a smile. No matter how I feel, the sun lives in my smile, and I can still shine in a stranger’s gray sky. My smile becomes theirs, and they can shine in mine.

Oh, Dear me,

How can it be

that I have never seen

a full sky of stars..?

As the cycles of highs and lows go round,sometimes the lows linger. During those times, it's imperative that I fill my mind with positivity, life, and memories.
However, I tend to be distracted with my daily workloads. And so I forget things.
I almost forgot about the magic of Love and Romance. I still believe that it's still possible for me.
I had almost forgotten the beauty and possibility that awaits me. There is still love and goodness here.
There is still love and goodness. I remember. Oh, how memory is the soul of a thing!
I remember myself and who I want to be, for I will not be lost in the mindless busyness that pretends to be my life.
I remember. Lo, I almost forgot.

In order for matter to vibrate higher, the vibration must go faster and get lighter.

In order to go faster, it must heat up. When it's hot, it expands like sand into glass.

Heat..heat..up..up..

Let's get hotter. Let us burn.

A weed transforms into smoke when it burns. Transforms into smoke, into spirit.

Like everything does..And everything does.

And the memories of the seed now enter me when I inhale the smoke, the spirit.

...memory..the mind..the soul.

I inhale your memories, and I heat up.

To be transformed in the "twinkling of an eye," will I burst into flame?

Burst into flame into smoke in the end.

Into smoke to ascend in the end.

To ascend in the wind at the end into spirit.

In the wind at the end to begin..again.

Trees stand here rooted and immovable, submerged as though undersea, graceful and gentle revealers of the breeze.

Could elephants be trees in disguise? Reborn in flesh. Animated and grand among the others. I wonder if they existed everywhere before. Watching. Guiding. Protecting. Paving the paths for our journeys through  wildernesses. Subjecting themselves to our dominion. Feigning "tame" until the opportune time. Oh wise and ancient the elephant and tree.

I can reach a multitude and be experienced without a word. But when I speak, to only a few, I can be heard.

I wonder if my life is on the brink of spiraling out of control or if I'm on the path to ascension...if there's such a thing.

I choose, however, to believe in the beauty.

But,

Can it get any better?

And could it get any worse?

What is my life for? Silly girl, you already know. Oh, I've answered this question long ago.

So, the proper question becomes, why am I powerless? Because I am so powerful. Why do I allow myself to be less..?

Am I mad? Do I admit it?

Or Am I so plain and boring and unbelievably normal that I'm stuck in limbo..