What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.
How often do you do something that thing that fills every crevice of your heart with passion? How often do you do that thing you really truly wholesomely love? How often do you turn yourself into a lucid sponge sponge for the beauty of the moment.? and is this moment beautiful? If not, why don’t you recreate it?
i feel like beauty ultimately comes from within,outward appearance can sometimes be a facade,
there’s so many masks, but truly, we are all beautiful deep down.
beneath the surface… we need to stop allowing
the outside world to tell us how to be beautiful,
and begin to accept ourselves as we are,
once this happens, i find, this is when we come
alive… and are able to share our genuine authentic
selves with one another, instead of living our lives
based on an image that is totally distracting us from
the point of it all…
to the core of all our insecurities,
to find peace within them, because they are here to
make us stronger. to love the ugly, and discover
beauty in it, because that’s what it needs most.
and then their will be no duality, because it will
just be what it is.
we have to become really conscious about
what/who defines our values, are they coming
from a place of fear, or love? and who are they
coming from? is it the media speaking?
or our hearts?
we all need to begin tuning into our hearts more,
and really questioning where we’re coming from?
as individuals, and a collective…
freedom, independence, liberation.
let’s support one another, and hold deeeeeeep
rooted compassion, cast away judgement,
& commune in unity.
fuck the rest.
it’s a waste of time and energy.
(although it’s here to teach us, i’ve learnt and now i’m letting it go)
i’m over it, and i’m here to love you as you are,
right now, in this moment, i’m here to help you
do the same naturally by being it.
we’re in this together.
Raising my vibration more and more and more
constantly watching ego
observing the observer
aware of awareness itself
and of the obstacles I identify
so that the illusions can be shattered
revealing pure light
What is yearning? Leaving the present moment, escaping into worlds of potentiality? Or an ache in the heart that is there in the present for you to get to where you need to be in another moment yet to come? Because man, I feel it strooooong.
Take me away, I’m ready