Divide the constant tide and random noisiness of energetic flow, with conscious recurring moments of empty mind, solitude, gratitude and deep…slow…breathing. Of this, the natural law of self-preservation demands.
While fear depletes power, faith gives wings for the soul’s elevation.
Rise up to wise up.
Deja Vu confirms a faithful path worth taking.
One who seeks to control others is one who suffers from the affliction of fear.
What does one do with experience? Do we react negatively, or do we (pro)create from the space of positivity?
Hopeful dreams – even where crack kings’ and dope fiends feast. Dust from the ash and rubble; they shine like bright stars once the mic is gripped and the bars are spit.
When a turbulent mind and wounded heart surrenders to grace, breathing is easy.
One owes loyalty, only, to those who demonstrate in kind.
Some blind faithfully; some see.