I Like It Raw #EcstaticPoetry
Show up in your birthday suit,
and scatter your love into
the hungry jaws of the unknown.
Bare your naked soul.
Stand resolute in your truth.
Now, tell your love story.
Allow yourself to be real and seen.
Here is where you witness
of all that you are eternally.
Engraved majestic messages have been left
in the wrinkles, scars, and fine lines of your skin—
telling a story.
This is your sweet spot.
There is magic here.
If you have not met yourself in this moment yet,
you will arrive soon.
Again, and again,
you will arrive.
Churn in your resolution,
for the sake of waking what lays dormant.
Shake up your comfort,
until an eruption echoes your real name forth wind.
Vulnerability cracks open
your mystic middle eye, as you ooze with clarity.
Prisms of instrumental love, we are.
Of Mother Earths cry,
rain pours down around you
soaking your bones to the flesh.
A vision speaks. An intuition seeks. A feeling overwhelms.
Tapped in and wide awake.
Breath is the doorway.
Quantumly entangled are the stars.
Inhale the Big Bang.
Exhale to glisten at your message
along the tapestry of the universe, for all to hear.
Don’t be afraid to ask the question.
There are no secrets here.
Ride, surf, jump, hover, float,
climb yourself to liberation.
And the answers will come.
Flashes of multicoloured beams of evolutionary wisdom,
pouring through, lining your souls pockets.
Amongst the stars you free fall,
landing upon your feet and becoming the creation
upon your very own canvas of life.
Freely and uniquely,
without limitation or doubt,
realizing what it ultimately all means to you.
Scorching the skies of knowing.
Forgiveness runs true along the horizon.
A sparkle of union now emanates,
infiltrates, through the pupil of our combined vision.
I see you now,
I recognize your face.