I wrote last night. I actually sat down and let the words drip from my pen to paper. I love the scratchiness sound of a felt tip. I have been trying to write. Working with Mary Beth Bonfoglio's Own the Edge (finally). Thirty days of writing prompts. I wrote. Then, I took a break and then these words poured out. Not thinking, just being.
I used to write. Fantasties. I created whole worlds from words of my own making. Then something got in the way. Lately, words and I have had a hard time. I am not very quick with my speech (or wit). I need time to think it through, find just the right thing to say. I want to become better at using the proper vocabulary in the moment. A vocabulary that speaks the volumes of my soul.
::Words are meant to bore down into your very bones. Core in and break them apart. Then they sweep up the ash and dust. Lift you up into the ether.
I want to write meaningful and important words. The ones that someone will shout out with love and laughter.
I want to connect beings to the very depths of their souls. Travel with them in the vastness that they hide from. Show them how immense they truly are. How infinite they can be. There is nothing to fear; only the ego and mind can make you feel small. Small words come from the ego. We want expansive words to reach and bring out the divine.
We are greatness wrapped in blood and guts. It is a simple package for this lifetime. We are more than we can ever fathom. We are everything and nothing. We can speak our lives. We are love. At the very center of our energies beats the heart chakra. It is pulsing with the flow from the universe. Pouring light in and out, in and out, in and out.
We are made from the dust of stars. Light beyond. Light within. We are transforming each moment and each pace of time with our light and our words. We are one. If we can only expand and push our minds past the cobwebs of this place we will be all shiny and bright. As we were meant to be. We will hear the heartbeat and know that it is only ever been...love.
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