I see you everyday
How blessed are you
I’ve been preparing
Breaking a sweat
I’ve been waiting many lives
So I’ll be ready this time

∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
I see you everyday
How blessed are you
I’ve been preparing
Breaking a sweat
I’ve been waiting many lives
So I’ll be ready this time
Returning to self
Year One
Year Twenty-seven
Two plus seven equals nine
The beginning and the end of..
My heart/ My grief/ My loneliness/ My faith/ My integrity/ My trust/ Birthrights/ My abundance/ The empty/ The full/ My sovereignty/ This paranoia/ New softness n rest/ Introductions to hate/ reintroductions to self love/ Sowing seeds/ Reaping harvest/ My purpose/ More grief/ n Love/ n Discernment/ n Blunt honesty/ n Holding space/ Spring cleaning/ Clear paths/ Generational wealth/ Longevity/ Fertility
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The soil is wet
I will follow me
And I pray to remain sane as I’m
Beginning, beginning
Always ending
Always purging and making space
What no longer serves me has no place in my presence
With ease
Filling me
Seeing
Me
In a shade never discovered
Most ain’t serving me
Most won’t save me
Like moths to a flame
Disclaiming, you may not be able to swallow what you see
But to see
Me
Learning and
Listening
Solitary
Moving gently cause Twenty-seven is sacred
Twenty-seven is pivotal
The turning point
Facing myself
Pricking myself
Peeling myself
Burning of self
Healing
Myself
And yet
I’ve never felt stronger
An aureate light
Fight before flight
Earning perineal roots & my grey hairs
I’ve never felt as whole
Within the peaceful madness
Grateful sadness
Chaotic order
I discovered
Myself
Here and now
For when you know yourself truly and deeply
You move different. You get to exist without a care in the world. You get to trust and believe in everything you are.
The magic
The prophecies
The soil
The tears
The sun
The blood
The moon
The rain
Actions done in vain
The angels and the saints
A seat at my table.
Flames, passion, rage, angst
Bloody and ripe
Burning, cleansing, sowing, forming
Alchemizing
I hope you may feel me
Be brave enough to touch
And be consumed
We create room for fires
Beliefs and passions
For this is what fuels life
We are alive
Are you alive
The sun kisses my body and tells me he’s my new lover
be with me tenderly
leaving elegantly then
coming back home
always
to warm breath and my brown skin

I am now called to bask in my yoni
And her waters of tears and bloodshed
Soft flesh
Of my ancestors journeys
Gatekeeper of the Akashic records
Portal of all being
Abundant waterbed
All my power comes from you
Pours from you
Then you bleed with the moon
Holy and cleansed
Sacred and magical
There isn’t a wrong moment to caress yourself
undress yourself
explode into the ether
once more
become it all
made of pleasure and senses
sensations craving seasons
birthed in rainwater
rose water streaming down my face
between my breast
my own universe
and every piece of me floats off wandering