Spirits Gentle Kiss
feeling most connected to our spiritual side
I am reminded of that gentle kiss, soulful caress, heart’s vibratory response to your passing through. From the first time, singing to the masses, lofted balcony, singing an antiphon, ephemeral reminder spirit was always present.
Once forgotten, traveling to foreign lands, experiencing life’s greatest of mysteries. Thence came an invite, calling as if on time, requesting forgotten cleverness, purchasing bewilderment, heartstrings tug-o-war, past generational notion, and future sense of being.
Accepting hesitantly, uncertain to whence this came, expansiveness insanely spreading, Spirit called by name. I am here, what is it you want of me? “Playtime is over, there’s work to be done, trust in this sensory overload, fear not of the ever-changing possibilities.”
Practice, exercising these gifts given unto thee, memory banks wiped clean, hard drive needed erstwhile. Unlimited data, resources accessible, for all who believe, heart-centered existence, breathe cleansing forth. Into the void, inquiry grandiose, accidental sneeze creating unfamiliar galaxies, left uncertain, more like are you fucking kidding me?
“Yes, this is real if that is what you believe. It is also an illusion if that is what you choose.”
Okay, okay, let me get this straight.
Co-creator, cut-creator, L.L. spinning them well, minds made up, centered as it may. Very existence ceased, stepping off the shadowy-train, Stepping into the Canvas, lit up supernova, angelic presence, guides, ancestral helpers, and ancient encoding transmitting through.
“Yes. Yes. Keep it going.”
Merlin’s gaze, crystal ball, lightning strikes on cue, trusting in the voices, channeled presence by virtue of, call to the cardinal directions, authoritative commanding self-assurance, it is so. Bursting into laughter, gut splitting open at its ease, from the beginning, unknown to known adduce, spirit whispered breath, life gifting infinite, it is so.
Now to answer the question, feeling closest to my spiritual side, present be, as it may, breathing life, hauling hay. Merely glimpse years before, more frequently arising within.
~ Ani Po
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