But be careful where you bite your tongue, there is medicine in all of this.
The wind rattled our cabins last night, the pot is being stirred.
I knew it would happen, I just didn't know it would be this early.
Tired eyes and ears touched by too high elevation.
If you forget to sing and laugh you have lost the whole purpose of prosperity.
They fed us greens but my stomach is ravenous.
What am I hungry for?
Certainly something far deeper than that lemon ginger chocolate bar.
Surrender.
Appointments have been made now let that beautiful body rest.
Let it all go.
Since we know in truth we are perfect in every form and these feelings are perfect too.
We laughed together but not enough, my wholeness not completely filling up the space between where bone meets muscle.
Breathe in me more.
When I close my eyes and see the breath it's candy colored, circus themed. Acrobats and trapeze artists, cotton candy and jello. I believe this is my insides.
I forgot mini gummy bears, those are there too floating around my head, but you remember that don't you?
We dipped latex hands in bleach, I still reek of latex...
We cuddled on the the floor the four elemental candles lit before us, the queen stands tall on her wooden altar.
The wise woman is behind me, her mossy branches long and strong.
And the fool, she is dressed in bubblegum pink. She hands out toys and condoms, she invites us to play.
We are afraid of her liberation. We are inspired by her liberation.
She holds irreverence, she does not know but trusts in the zero space between when it all seems to end and the bud reborn.
She giggles and trips us as we walk through her doorway, turn us inside out and it's not just joy it's necessity.
Play goddammit, play!
So our tired eyes reach out for her but she has gone.
We cannot find her, her elusiveness tricked us again.
No, we must not hold on to her but rather find her within ourselves.
And we energy work-shopped our bodies, I am grounded, I am whole.
Oh to be in wonder with the sacred.
Oh to fool and trick and delight in nothing and everything!
Bliss is the prayer, the only prayer.
So cartwheel into blissness - it is time!
The wind rattled our cabins last night, the pot is being stirred.
I knew it would happen, I just didn't know it would be this early.
Tired eyes and ears touched by too high elevation.
If you forget to sing and laugh you have lost the whole purpose of prosperity.
They fed us greens but my stomach is ravenous.
What am I hungry for?
Certainly something far deeper than that lemon ginger chocolate bar.
Surrender.
Appointments have been made now let that beautiful body rest.
Let it all go.
Since we know in truth we are perfect in every form and these feelings are perfect too.
We laughed together but not enough, my wholeness not completely filling up the space between where bone meets muscle.
Breathe in me more.
When I close my eyes and see the breath it's candy colored, circus themed. Acrobats and trapeze artists, cotton candy and jello. I believe this is my insides.
I forgot mini gummy bears, those are there too floating around my head, but you remember that don't you?
We dipped latex hands in bleach, I still reek of latex...
We cuddled on the the floor the four elemental candles lit before us, the queen stands tall on her wooden altar.
The wise woman is behind me, her mossy branches long and strong.
And the fool, she is dressed in bubblegum pink. She hands out toys and condoms, she invites us to play.
We are afraid of her liberation. We are inspired by her liberation.
She holds irreverence, she does not know but trusts in the zero space between when it all seems to end and the bud reborn.
She giggles and trips us as we walk through her doorway, turn us inside out and it's not just joy it's necessity.
Play goddammit, play!
So our tired eyes reach out for her but she has gone.
We cannot find her, her elusiveness tricked us again.
No, we must not hold on to her but rather find her within ourselves.
And we energy work-shopped our bodies, I am grounded, I am whole.
Oh to be in wonder with the sacred.
Oh to fool and trick and delight in nothing and everything!
Bliss is the prayer, the only prayer.
So cartwheel into blissness - it is time!
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