I was told stories of the One and only,Beloved, in form, also ghostly. The dream begins, awake yet sleepy.The narrator utters, echoing was the weepy
One of my biggest trials as my tiny feet were taking me into a path that is known as spiritual was the self-satisfactory fantasy of thinking I was walking it alone.
For as long as I remember, and many would relate, I was a rebel soul that wanted to change the world and would take…
A state of ongoing death and birth.
A state of feeling it all.
A state of love.
And love becomes life
And life becomes love.
Every step of the way…
Every form of life has a spirit to it, be it still or mobile to the naked eye. The shape of the physical form can translate the shape of the spirit itself. No shape is identical to any other in its gross representation all the way to how it took that shape over the days,…