Conversion rate

Reality unraveling, still reeling in the ether These accumulated moments, like dew drops beaded together

Cierra Tu Mente

Monsoon season at the zenith of recollections Hiccuped hook-up hitched up forward traction Stirruped foreword into future acquisitions No sacrifice until assurance of satisfaction Finally reached steady state

Slide Out

Riddled, addled, in battle. Rattled by relentless reaches. Departing definitively for health and wealth and love. A self-proclaimed rising above.

13:13

Encompassing energy sourced and stemming Dotted lines connecting time-space in force Together tied to waves of undulating motion Not passive, not possessive; progressive A gentle place of faith, an endless frame of face

Recently Understood

There is no such thing as the void. Nothingness does not exist. There is only energy, endlessly repeating, transmuting from one form to another, breathing. There is no abyss within yourself, no dark pit, no empty erosion. There is only pure consciousness, endless fractals of thought and emotion.

The True Test

Keeping in a shared vibration, through the oscillating waves of time Seeking it through coarse invasions, following through to the different signs Magnetized and pulled together, phasing back for the reunion Subtle exchange of energy and information, a continuous communion

Fingers Crossed

Reeling in the moments, accumulating seconds of time. Reliving the truth, cutting through lines. Carrying curated memories, like dew drops beading on signs. Deep set intentions, sowing the shine. In the face of inheritance, a promise of mine.

Dreamboat

Testing an instance, awaiting validation Hardly believe the reformation Finally made it to the indication, a sublimation Anxiously attending confirmation

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