Reconnecting with innocent pleasures
skittles and confirming affirmations alike
When shall I be free, caught in the ooey-gooey gum drops once uncontrollable urges of childlike proportions, lest not forget the stories of mike and ike, past-tense, future written upon the wall? Hearts calling for greater, better than days before, tuning into deeper depths of insight and the hooting owl, eagle’s wings carry me.
Diving profoundly into the abyss, soaring to great heights beyond cosmic linings, here we find the Great Mysteries once hidden from the smallest of these. Accepting the wrath or pleasures beneath the primordial screams, connecting to the simplest of forms, planting feet firmly, gently onto mother’s floor.
Gouging out becoming stale, navigational systems pulling us further and further, almost there. Arriving at the once unfathomable location, linking to an everlasting practice of chopping wood and carrying water.
Destination landing within our laps, sitting quietly in the simplest forms, sprawled out, coupling to infinite records of pleasure-sent vibrations. Breathing in light-forms, prana enveloping self-consuming transmutation thought consciousness.
The void is becoming our go-to place of being, integrating self-translating discussions between ant kingdoms and star beings alike, no longer explaining for simply being here and now. Just one more chocolate brownie gaining access to innocence once more, inner-developing heart-songs come forward for the collective whole.
In and out of visionary realms of co-creative existence, writing and re-writing our favored Canvas of Life. Quill to score, brush pigmentation, self-realization as we step, declaring I am here.
~Ani Po
Thank you . for this Day 9 of 30-day challenge, trying to touch on the innocent pleasures of life. While indulging or treating inner most desires to special treats of spa-like expressions, vacation days reserved merely for self, coming to a deeper knowing that every moment can reflect these simplest of pleasures.
It is not without first traveling through shadow-filled spaces, darkest of moments faced within our days or past traumatic experiences. Acknowledging self and the roads before or behind us, coming to a place of knowing divine presence within our minutes, transmuting time into daily innocent pleasures, giving back the innocence in grandiose articulation.
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