As you feel the chills chill the air in the room and vibrate alongside your spine, know that nothing is here is aside from thoughts and a concept of time. Gratitude shows up when you shift your attitude. In the blink of an eye, you meet your next i. Life passes in a moment's time, we've heard it all too many times it's as if it's like a poem or song at this point - see the rhythmic flow of knowing where to go? ;)
Perhaps that's why artists make #1 hits. They turn beats into bangers and anguish into anger, wrap it with a melody and fine tune it to perfection. Every artist has its face and yet every lyric has its space. The beauty of everything we've ever known is at birth.
The gender gap: The only thing visible to the eye that separates the i.
The meracle of life that surrender answers why. For what bodies can have are what minds have made. Yet the miracles get even more miraculous when you consider the energies that aligned the energize.
What vibrational patterns constructed zygotes into "ready for a baby?" omg let's totally totes!
Marketing makes magic. You dress up a dream as a plot and a scene. Gender could disspell magic in a question "Who am I without i?"
or on earthly terms,
Who would I be If I wasn't (insert NAME here)?
In any form of that answer, you would still be you. Your mind is the one comprehending this. Your mind is the one constructing the possibilities of these statements as true or false according to the beliefs that you have of you.
So regardless of you're an artist rocket launching off of the Bill Board Billionirare Charts or a baby born with a genderless heart, our lyrics to the youniversal anthem are what sets us apart.
Sweet Soul Full Conversations
Dear Bestie,
I am grateful for you. You show up everyday as skin and bones and automatic bodily functions that are push to start. I am great full for this body that I get to embrace each moment with the simplicity of a passing breath. How sweet it is to just come across words like this and feel it in my heart that the power of shifting thoughts is the magic of my personal art.
When I honor my name, I respect my energy and the mission within my cellves for I know, too, that I was once a me I never knew as selves. I look forward to the grace I get to see in you. I look backward to the glory I get to be through you. I look around for the sweetness I get to grow within you. Through our reflections, we need no introductions. That's the meracle of life when you die to arise, too. You see the sun, stars and possibility of a fresh start in every. single. part.
The earth is our art. For if ever the day comes that your selfie departs, entrust you that designed a youniverse where ashes are fresh-farmed. Magic is for the magnificent ones who choose to see that in the truest questions of your identity, you'll begin to discover that corpses were never buried underneath our feet, as much as they're passing you by on repeat.
May the magic of your selfie be truest to you.
REWIND tiME
We all want to play in our own way but gender has shown us who is to stay. Heart has a home and it looks like a body. The only way we see gender is functionality as a bridge to our sole independence. Perhaps the gender gap began at the beginning of time when men had to go search for some wine. Date night was a scene to be set and romanticism was nothing but a fret.
Perhaps gender began when expectations were met, that each partner could take on their own bet. For certain science is true, an egg is an egg and a baby is a baby. Who is to ask anything but maybe?
At one point, there was a question of who feeds the table before there was ever the question of who eats at the table. I'm sure women volunteered to go hunt just for fun until she looked down to be reminded of the baby bump. Think of all the fear that must have felt, not knowing if darkness was a place or a belt. Remember that men were all crafts men in their own right, willing to hunt, fish and kill just to exercise their might.
Was it expectations of abundance that changed the narrative? Remember the days it was a blessing just to have a candle lit meal and a friendly site to see. Home is the place you are meant to be. Gender is the race to way it should be. Gender is a thought and a delusion of capability as much as it is a power to nativity.
We are one as bodies, regardless of what you choose to see. Parties, paparazzi, and petri dishes are all experiments of your experience. In all genders, in all ages, through all stages, choose to kill for peace as softly as a candlelit blog post with ease. What a soft release of expectation could do is plant forests of trees to drop you to your knees. The god within you is greater than the gender of the all mighties.
All righty?
Be your selfie+
Go where you grow.
Yours Truly,
A meracle.