There’s room for conversation, connection, cooperation, whether singularly or collectively.

Sometimes, We’re trying to pull Our Selves together and/or put Our Selves in order and/or back together. We take deep breaths, We find time to *exercise; in other words, We indulge. Yes, this is what excites Us the most.

When tapped into this feeling, this enjoyment of everything becomes everything because it’s enough… We’re given more without having to ask for more, just as it is said: Like Attracts Like.

When our feelings dip, as they will, into “this could be better,” or “this happened too soon or too late,” or “could this person please have a this or a that,” or “I thought this was all for Me why do They get some?”, We’re creating the disfigurement of Our Selves by showing Our Selves lack, disregard, hate, all feelings known for setting Our progress back, sending Us in a lower vibrational thinking.

Some may ask, where does individual/free will come in then? Preferences are Our providence, and they all only feel good. When We can say, this is enough, what “this is, it’s enough,” with such enthusiasm and candor and love, well then, that’s what that is.

*-By exercise I mean everything from heavy lifting a slice of pizza into Our mouths to displaying an impressive lust for Our Selves and/or others by doing very interesting and/or arousing things. For some, it’s all the same.

Some say stretches of the imagination lead to discoveries, though this may be half-truth. As we look and/or sense what’s in front of us, we borrow from what is and what was.

We can get lost in the difference, as a feeling, as a thought, as a vibration, as a way of being, as a value, as a judgement (etc., etc., etc.), but in this sense we have, at our disposal, an infinite “past” and/or “truth,” filled with myth and lore and legend. How we make sense of that is by composing, contrasting, and comparing the “past” with everything that “currently” exists.

Believing everything is happening everywhere all at once connects the past and the present to create everything that happens in the future. Yes. We already know what happens in the future, just as we know how babies are made. Hell yeah we do!–via a, hopefully, soulful, chemical reaction.

We know how people will act and react due to relations and relationships, more precisely, they’re ability to connect with each other over any and/or everything. But… look at us now, we have so many options, our world is now infinite.

How do we relate to everything and everyone all at once? The same way we always have… by playing catch up, hypothesis, theory, a lovely game of hide and seek, hit and run, trial and error, dynamically from as many angles as we can and, because there’s so much to take in, everyone gets to play their part aware of this, unaware of that, collecting and connecting everything all at once.

There are modes of transport, vehicles of inspiration, motivation. They drive us to a deep, inner knowing. Perhaps it's difficult to see how reflective it is due to its surface. What we see beneath/above all that, are levels.

Ever wonder why we have models of depths and elevations?

They're representations of thinking, each including and requiring their own vibrations and/or manifestations. Right or wrong play less of a role when determining where one is, so the saying goes “as above, so below,” and more of a role in determining how they fit into broken, fixed, known, unknown, promised (etc., etc., etc.) establishments.

We can be rich and an asshole, we can be poor and a goddess. Yes, we can also be a lot of other things in-between simultaneously. Our thoughts reveal this to us in our insatiable pursuit of calm, peace, love, and understanding… and also, often, this is why we get burnt out–as there are so many things that give or take effort to process: everything.

Even in the absence of memory, there is fate and there is destiny.

We have numbers like trillion, billion, million… we recognize them as possibilities, chances, choices, outcomes. There are greater numbers, as there are lesser. They represent a currency, and an energy of power, faith, security, and stability. They can even illustrate love, or the lack.

At what point are these things, these othering things allowed to restrict you from your own exploring, of the infinite space you’ve been given?

There is a yes day, like there is a treat yo’self day, like there is a fuck it day, like there is an I get to be a petty bitch day, like there is an I’m exploring more than you could possibly imagine day, like there is a let’s have an adventure day, like there’s a let’s stay in and pretend we’ve got 24 hours to make a baby day.

Only so many people know how to have these days. But everyone can have them and is having them, whether they believe them or not. Representing them, offering them up in different ways, even in their success and failings, is a gift to/for Your Self, as much as it is for everyone, and a practice of declaring that the more you play into that energy, the more you get to see what’s at/in/for love and play.

What lust for direction have you chosen to sate today? Here's 20+ minutes, a breath, a gasp of anything. Perhaps it's wild, perhaps it's unexpected. Perhaps it explores love, its forms romantic, intimate, explicit. Oh my! What if it were gross or indecent?

Perhaps there are songs. Perhaps there's a sliver of independence. Perhaps its garbage. It's so lovely, though, how we have different bags to carry things in, how we enjoy shuffling things along, sometimes they're expensive, sometimes they're cheap enough to throw away after usage. Perhaps, that's their entire point, to collect and diminish, to release and purge, whatever the need be.

To be the kindness of daylight, without sharing the shade, is to hold one's Self back from going places. Especially in/while healing, growing, learning.

Did you know there are more ways to keep your eyes open than to close them?

Why, some might say, that's quite a commitment!

My oh my, what it takes for you to close them. How often do you even dare to close just one, to feel the thrill of it? And oh, but for how long?

Some people keep their dread in their back pocket. Some prefer that it not ride their ass, so they put it somewhere closer, forgetting perhaps, that that place is more intimate. Either way it's a confession as much as it's a secret, a place where only the deserved can feel it.

Some may judge, or offer confusions, but we know and recognize what we keep with us; it's in our self-conscious, our sub conscious, the truth of ourselves; and how rare and beautiful it is when we are who we are, expressing and exposing our selves not only of our bodies, our spirits, but of our nakedness.

How often do we lick ourselves clean?

It's often a performance, self-perfectionism. Why leave it anything up to someone else?

Oh wait, almost everything in the universe was made and created for and by you. You must be exhausted, perhaps by knowing but certainly by glowing with the truth of this. Why be proud of anything less than everything?

Isn't it wonderful that We don't have to worry about where water falls? Surely, Our mother, Our Earth, will catch it, not letting go of a single drop.