Abundance drips from our everything though we perceive lack
That shit is wack
We are rich in ways we don’t value enough
Yea, this existence is rough
But please believe with me that we have more than enough
Come through gratitude
Come through riches
As it rains I move through the house like a ghost. Black neo folk songs play on a random radio station. I am never leaving.
The wooden slats of the porch comfort my feet. My toes wiggle and plant themselves firmly.
As it rains I realize I know where I belong, right here in this old ass house in the middle of forever.
*Laughs Happy New Moon.
Luv and Lust almost cost me my true Love
Levitate I did to higher plains of awareness
New Moon, new intention, new direction
Never again bound by shadows
Illuminated by the true love of my Sun
Luv, Lust, and the Lessons I’ve learned made my true Love stronger