you know everything i know
we stand on different steps of the same penrose staircase
i am at home with the whole truth of you
that morning, eat simple foods.

your will is literally the all
you may think you are here right now
but it is more like here right now is you
write your intentions
surrender to the process

there’s a light-hearted, non-religious
personal-version of reverence
found along the way

you may find that the music,
or the couch,
or the lighting,
or the temperature
are perfect,
or simply unbearable

i tend to get cold, so always a blanket is at hand
i tend to get hungry, so i’ll usually have a sweet potato cooking
take stock now of your surroundings
[preparations]

anything unpleasant is you
attempting to talk to you
and is a healing response
be curious and explore

anything magical is also you
conversing familiarly with you
this part for me is precious beyond words

so you may find that words will not come
let them not
be mind without words

you are here to simply be
do not be afraid to close your eyes

we are here with each other
the discovery of self is wondrous to witness

remember
no matter how familiar/strange
no matter how comfortable/uncomfortable
no matter how confused/enlightened
you are now and always will be safe

you, fucking you. and you know it

the fabric of existence
canvas of infinite patience
observing the crude strokes
of a child holding his crayon

arrhythmic scribbles
and expelling stochastic chords
being art itself

goddess vessel
sailing through a sea of indignities
only the most recent of which
can be attributed to me