What is real is the shift of perception, and then the underlying feelings are real. they may fall away, but they remain in the heart, for good or for bad, it is real. out of pain comes powerful healings sometimes. -KatYa
no matter what kinda life i might have, no matter what hopes or dreams, i find reassurance on a sunday, now and here, laid out on the couch looking up, the stillness and quiet coming over me slowly with the rushing of air
and i realize, in the atmospheric space left by the panic and fear, forty years into what a madness as is, i may never be more blessed than here, than now, for this moment finds true peace in my heart
We are undergoing cosmic shock and evolution…We are learning how to breathe again… We are justifiably hungry as we slowly spin towards our destiny of changes…
Make no mistake. You can sit in front of the television and still undergo radical shifts of consciousness. You can be all alone and inextricably part of this thing.
You can blow yourself away. Still you are with us. In little pieces. Reflecting light from the inside out. Getting to work, cell by cell, in the grande orchestral movement.
Does not matter.
Lock the door.
Open your heart.
Say no say yes.
We matter. We are matter. We subsist on supernovas. We lunch in Andromedas cool atmospheric halls.
Hendrix is there teaching constellations bold ill-advised new alignment. Hemingway is fishing in a black hole. Virginia Woolf is walking the frozen quiet woods of Saturn’s ring, with our mothers mother’s mother.
Nothing is ever lost.
Need not fear the change.
All we are, so shall remain.
In mutual collective admiration society…In reckless prolific creative propriety… In dreamstate loving perpetuity…
And in reality.