Sweating buckets in the hot seat, losing the ability to buffer the spaces in-between.
Yet sweating profusely can help you come back fully healed.
However what you are chasing is much further away, and what is chasing you feels much closer.
Like in any race the focus is always on the lead car.
Sending them best wishes and a lot more of hidden evil eyes.
Splash boom, dashed into a spin-out.
Spinning out does not necessarily mean to crash and burn.
Overshooting the corner forces you to reset/rest to gain back control.
Just coasting on the low fumes of synchronicities.
Stress must played in this chaotic times or could just be scrapped ahead in-time.
Just as the chaotic race of life, use that transmuting heat to purify.
Do you think the harder you push the pedal increases the chances to be showered more petals?
Theses small talks echo sounds so sweets, with the upgrades of my venturi tunnels.
I see Vishnu on a car plate and on the tv show, edging me to top gear manually to greater higher performance.
The universe whispers, soft and low..
Through secret signs to those that know.
A feather falls, a bell will chime..
Echoes of spirit beyond our time.
Numbers repeat in a sacred dance..
Moments align, not born of chance.
The dream you dreamt, the call you hear..
Are threads of truth that draw us near.
Synchronicities light the skies..
Cosmic riddles in disguise.
Each subtle hint, cryptic sign..
Reveals the path where souls entwine.
So lift your eyes, the stars agree..
Life unfolds with mystery.
Every meeting, fate’s decree..
Is written deep in eternity.
This Maze
Life seems like a Maze. Sometimes you may
Feel lost, there's always an escape through
this Maze. Zig Zag through these barriers
Set sensible boundaries. The Maze
Often trust you're intuition, and embrace challenges.
Synchronicities seekers of the truth will experience
Confusion; Embrace one's emotions, and your
Strengths and weaknesses will often be tested. The
Maze
Trust the universe it's guiding your soul, preparing
You to reestablish your faith. The Maze.
lifes a double loophole.
living life I’ve drawn that conclusion.
time and time again you’ll get the usual.
but setbacks and delays they get crucial.
Especially when there abrupt,
sometimes they tear you up,
and sometimes they gear you up.
synchronicities are mutual.
that’s what makes life so beautiful.
If you’re honest if your truthful.
life’s fruitful.
In worlds unseen, where mysteries lie,
Acausal synchronicities dance nearby.
Fate's woven tapestry, a cosmic embrace,
Unveiling connections, time cannot erase.
A chance encounter, a serendipitous play,
Two souls entwined, their destinies sway.
Past, present, future, interwoven threads,
A dance of chance, where destiny treads.
Coincidences whisper, secrets unfold,
Acausal harmonies, stories untold.
Through veils of time, entangled and weaved,
Moments collide, in unity believed.
Across the cosmos, whispers resound,
Echoes of meaning, profound and profound.
The symphony plays, orchestrated and free,
Acausal synchronicities, the magic we see.
In cosmic ballet, the universe spins,
Threads of existence, where magic begins.
Within the chaos, patterns emerge,
Signs from the cosmos, our souls to urge.
Acausal synchronicities, beyond space and time,
Miracles and wonders, woven in rhyme.
Embrace the enchantment, let destiny unfold,
In acausal synchronicities, true wonders behold.
It hurts when I see anyone but me
But he's just so nice to look at!
"You're being territorial
Over someone who shouldn't matter!"
"You think he is- pretty? Is that all?"
He is! But it's not that,
It feels like a dopamine rush.
"But hasn't this been making you sad?"
Himeros's arrow, it's gotta hurt!
"So you're gonna blame him then?"
Well, it's not like I'm falling intentionally!
"You're saying you can't conceal?"
I used to think it was a choice,
I'm trying but I can't choose.
I can't tell who's the witch-
I really wish I could.
"That is a very, very bold claim!
If you say you're under a spell,"
Either that or I'm obsessed-
This isn't healthy, I can tell.
It feels like a myth, a fantasy-
Maybe even just a concept,
"It is the idea that you created
There's no harm, cling to it"
I'm losing myself completely in the
'What is' and 'what I want it to be'
Cord-cutting has crossed my mind,
I feel emotionally claustrophobic.
What's gonna happen, will, eventually-
Universe, synchronicities and virtue.
Venus says nothing's wrong for the one,
"We'll see where the fire takes you".
Mountains and the blue shores -
Nudging us to make right decisions.
Open horizons and rough winds -
Pushing us to try harder.
Quavering, as the cold air breaths on us.
Rhyming heartbeat, we're better than ever.
Systematic brains are loosing control
To the miraculous mind games.
Universe, synchronicities and
Virtue ; one more time, we fall.
Love and light comes from within
Fortify those qualities and begin
To send it out across the world like waves of empathy
And resonate flows of frequencies
That fly around brining about synchronicities
That if released and followed can set the whole world free
And as one in combined unity
Running wild with such belief
That leads to change, which starts with you and me
And can bring about a shift to save humanity.
Marbled by aquamarine depths
Under rolling moonlit waves
Bellow haunting sonar echoes
Heard for miles and miles
Melodiously broadcast
Wondrous and mystical
Their enchanting tales
Of travel and adventure
Encounters and synchronicities
Thru bottomless lengths of seas
Graceful magnificent giants
Majestic they roam free
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eyes
super
sharp search prey
my spirit guide
awakens memories
and cosmic messages
synchronicities abound
beware, be bold, perceive, protect
visionary powers, base chakra
hawk medicine teaches observation
My behavior is erratic,
my brain is...
floating above me.
Meditate.
Breath.
Life throws s--- at you
and it lingers after you clean it up.
We had our moments together.
What solves your brain prison syndrome?
It's like thinking about thinking
circling the drain and sinking.
"The synchronicities
also occur to help show them
that although they live different lives,
they are also part of the same path."
Reply with friction,
situations manipulated,
soul twins, shiftin'
a matched rhythm to fix it.
Just a fraction of our hell.
We know the outcome too well.
I'm blending in your fan section
you're up in your residence.
A toast!
We're selfish,
we're like two wax candles that melted.
.
Within us, there is a lost device,
An ancient form of thinking,
An invisible heirloom passed down to entice,
For comprehension of our being.
Vastly unknown to the populous,
Widely used by the intellect and the aware,
Insistent and tenacious,
A device, attainable but rare.
Should it appear, soak in it,
Revel in the mystery and wonder,
Seek and you shall find the darkness lit,
An emergence. A spark to ponder.
Repetition is the key,
Of unlocking the unknown,
For synchronicities you will see,
And former beliefs will be thrown,
An unspecified form, a potential,
Contouring into the imagination,
Truth will come, timing an essential,
Acknowledgement lies in discussion,
With contribution and collaboration,
Diverging and aberrant,
Sparking singularity in cooperation,
A device for recognizing the significant.
12/10/16
not goo obvious
the voices freed in the music
pointing and swaying
saying things they need to say
the souls journey
vanishing
dissapearing
transparent
cleverly see through
you will hear me there
you will find something you never thought of
something so clear
to guide you
but it wont help you
as you vanish through the open door
into the night
with your sweet sacrifices
falling freely
tonight we know
something but don't see the science of the gift of the muse of lyricists
telling you another something
as they vanish through an open door
let me guide you there
so she can guide you somewhere else
into another realm i have no control over
another mystic i am
vanishing through the open door
how long?
how long till my return
another way to crawl through the layers of the puppets on strings
with no freedom
and i cut their strings in synchronicities you pretend to ignore
and there goes my hero fighting such foo
is somebody getting the best of you
just go smack god
and speak
then vanish through the open door
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