I awakened within a dream called my life, made for me and for those to whom I invite. The colors pop brilliantly on random images giving me the perspective of an artist, and the words flow as is meant to be as that of an author. My mind blossoms with ideas of both simplicity and oddness, especially of my own making, thus not truly formed until action happens. Brilliance comes in shots of gratitude for the gifts bestowed upon me.
I understand the existence of all matters including the boulder sitting below the mountain that has its own vibrational frequency. I see all things as alive even in the dead of winter, as I, too, approach that season of my time here on earth. We, as the sacred ground, from which our materialistic body came molded individually from a grand master and plan. We are a mixture of stardust from bursting supernovas that occurred billions of years ago and the dirt from which millions have died recycled, infinitely. The atomic structure of one element makes it unique in who we become.
Our image is that of our Creator thus giving us the gift of being imaginative in mind. Seekers of knowledge do not often find truth except through visions of the past and future merging into this mindful moment of now. We look for answers from past mistakes or similar resolutions. We predict things we are unsure of to satisfy the need to understand ourselves within the neural complexities of what we go through, psychologically. We try diverse ways of tying each other together and not accepting letting go of physical love but making it deeper in our relationships.
We still retain animalistic qualities that hold us back from experiencing our divine nature. The divine feminine, of darkness but more grounded and down to earth than that of the divine masculine, which is more of an alien seed. Together they form the yin and the yang with opposing attraction, only for the benefit of keeping our species alive.
It is not subtle but complex of how we interact with each other, on a sacred level, even if it starts between a man and woman, platonically. Time either brings us together or tears us apart from each other, depending on the circumstances, which cannot become an excuse.
Love, for me, does not come easy. I know that I must work for every bit of it, and give it all to God, the One Enlightened Master, who has all the answers to living a good and beautiful life.