Worship me…
This body…
It’s perfection.
Death is mine.
But so is life.
A special power.
I allow you to touch.
To have this divine flesh.
Approach with love.
The pleasure is mine.
You may enter my temple.
Fulfill your desire.
So beautiful…
Made of stardust.
My beloved.
It’s a gift.
A blessing.
A kiss of a god(ess).
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And there will be no perfection…
Not in reflection of a mirror.
Not the walls.
Not the floor.
Not the door.
Not the windows.
Not in anything that’s ever meant to serve…
Inanimate objects made by man.
Until you grasp the perfection of mortality.
In the eternal saga of creation.
A rock, a bird, or a tree…
None seek perfection.
Yet they achieve it.
Simply by being.
It’s just humanity…
The one who judges and deems something…
Either perfect or imperfect.
Beautiful or ugly.
That in itself could be deemed a flaw.
And yet…
By design…
Even all the chaos, destruction and pain…
Are perfect.
As they are.
Perfection does not bend to morality.
It’s just humanity who seeks redemption.
In everything they could possibly find.
And in this desperation they fall blind.
Unable to see it right in front of them.
The beautiful being…
That they are.
And all the beauty that there is.
Always within reach.
With love. -
As a human, I did not choose to be born.
But as a soul, I chose to be born as a human. -
Rise.
Transform.
Let it all burn.
Away. -
I’m a man.
But also both a god and a goddess. -
As he is. I become.
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Don’t be sad.
Your biggest love is right here.
With you.
Always.
The love of your life.
You. -
A while ago I felt him awaken within me.
For the longest time, he slept.
Caged and chained.
He’s free now, I thought.
I’ve let him go, but I still put a leash on him.
I guess, I was afraid to let him roam.
Completely free to go anywhere he wants.
Do whatever he wants.
Oh, and he’s got no fear.
Thoughts and opinions of others mean nothing.
He’s freedom itself.
One I’ve desired for so, so long.
I’ve come to love him.
Stronger and deeper with time.
He has no concept of perfection.
Or ownership.
He’s got the courage to take what he wants and needs.
But he doesn’t need to be brave.
He doesn’t need to be anything.
He just is.
Thus, he can have it all.
He has it all.
Judgement haunts me, but is nothing to him.
My beliefs stop me.
While he believes in nothing.
He doesn’t need to.
So what happens if I truly let go?
I know that a lot of amazing things will come.
But it’s a special feeling that pushes me forward.
I feel him rise.
As he does, so do I.
A feeling so strong.
So extremely powerful.
Like a broken dam that can no longer hold the flow of a river.
My thoughts, fears, anxiety.
The way I judge myself.
My desire to be good, so I can be seen as good by others.
Be loved by others.
It’s all just broken pieces of what I thought I should be.
No longer capable of stopping who I am.
It’s time to level up.
I no longer fit in this box.
Never was supposed to.
It’s not easy.
Uncomfortable.
Even painful at times.
But it’s just so damn incredible.
To feel this power.
To know I’m more than I ever thought I could be.
His leash.
It must go.
Life.
Let it flow. -
I forgive myself for…
Not speaking up.
Hesitating.
Not taking action.
I forgive myself for…
Letting myself down countless times.
Not being there for myself.
Hiding, avoiding, running away.
I forgive myself for…
Not loving myself enough.
Not standing up for myself and others.
Allowing fear to control my life.
I forgive myself for…
Not being kind to myself.
Not letting my inner child roam free.
Not accepting myself as a whole.
I forgive myself for…
Holding onto pain and things for too long.
Distancing myself from the world.
Not allowing love and joy to enter my heart. -
Healing…
When had it begun?
With my first breath?
After the first hit?
Realization of how wrong it all was?
Or was it written?
Woven by destiny.
A child will be born.
One day.
To end the pain.
To cleanse the blood.
Fated to remember.
Love.
Let the hatred fade.
Screams to cease.
Tears to dry.
Healing…
Heart.
Body.
Past.
Future.
Now.
Seeing beauty.
Finding joy.
Savouring the moment.
Embracing life.
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