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The Observer

Updated: Jun 24

I choose to became a true observer. of human interaction. of the bee. of the moon.


absorb instead of react


ponder not coordinate


from the space of intentional embodiment of all I experience the distorted judgements vanish and peace is my reward


from a place of observation, I am quiet.


within the pulse of my heart, I feel what is being seen, heard and touched. only there in that space can I evolve.


mastering the control of reaction, I marry to my own empowerment over everything.


to my higher self I am bonded.




a sunflower seed cradles in her teared spheres a secret. the embrace of dew whispers her awake. dimpled in half by growth and change. from a hard protective shell fragility emerges. Breaking dirt, disturbing rock and root from beneath. her truest form unveiled. with nothing but the promise of light guiding her, she becomes alive.


xoxo



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