6/15

Why lie? I am undisturbable. Innocent love has awakened in me everything I need.

Why try? I groove to the beat of unlanguishing destiny.

Now life just keeps improving endlessly.

I find it quite boring being the victim of pity.

Afraid? Yes, but then I drew near to fear and she made it clear that I wouldn’t tear so I chose to cheer for patient tender care.

How do you know? How do you not.

I am an undisturbed soul who has found beauty in the innocent love surrounding me, making room for vulnerability.

The inhospitable is unendurable and then it’s been endured, it comes in these waves that makes it tolerable.

Is this the gravity that bonds me to this reality?

Gratitude for sufferings tolerability that allows me to endure, transcending every layer of historical legacy in one story.

There’s so much diversity in society that is subtly merging, thus artistic ways of navigating the collective we minimizes injury.

I find that if you are undisturbed by the disturbances around you they converge, emerge and become benign.

How did I arrive here alive?

Just in time.

I am fine.

Two steps:
The first was to integrate past trauma into my story with the proper context of appropriate belonging for which I had been longing.

The second was to experience the presence of peace found in the space of silent stillness producing a love for joy that would never leave, grounding me inside the heart of awareness as I breathe.

Such is the center of my story devoid of worry.

Remembering myself with fondness.

Have you crossed the vastness of space by invisible means just to see the reflection of your own face? Because I have.

The pull of control has taken it’s toll, it is dead and done we are one.

As grace we let love lead, what a mercy indeed.

What matters most is that I love you and you love me as we both learn how to love more effectively.

Vulnerability refuses to be captured by control, that is the price we pay to have a soul.

I hate to see you hurt.

I love to see you heal.

I don’t want to be the one to reveal things you need to feel.

I don’t want you to become dependent upon me to integrate, someday I’ll be dead and gone, by then I want you to know your roots can hold your own weight.

It’s not too late.

Don’t hate me for not intervening, I’m helping by letting you learn that you are the agent of your own healing.

I’m not obsessed with things being healthy but with the distance I need to become who I am already.

Pure solution I love you.