Truth Bombs
Often, it is not because we don’t care that we leave situations
but because we choose to deepen the love that we have for ourselves
What happens when
The place
The people
The pitch and persona
lack congruence?
We leave.
What happens when
The edifice
The facade
The marketing, stalls,
are exactly that?
We shift. We Move on,
We choose to Leave.
Do we ever wait out The Ground Hog Days?
or
Out Weigh The Hampster Wheel Masks?
No Way!
Do we succumb to
The Living Inner Lie?
And settle?
or
Do we take the next
nearest best offer?
And settle?
A Vibrant Life is NOT muddy
Never settle. like silt,
For Less.
Than You Know.
You Are,
Enough!!!
The Quest,
Shone,
Does my heart feel free here?
Does my breath feel at ease?
Does my soul feel expandsive or contracting
as The Next Shift
Happens,
Nature and solitude
Pristine, clear, free To Be,
Earth, Air, Water, Fire,
These are Our Elements
The Core of The Values
Mother Earth,
and Me.
Yes,
Shake You, gently,
Wake Buddy The Sage,
Dirty Daze of a Challenge
So Good, All On Our Page.
And
Thank You
Wise Furrowed
Old Brow
Of Truth Bombs,
Odd busy bodies
and runny noses
we see and we saw
up and down
as we Grow.
Dear Strong Warrior
True Zen Beginner
Less On White
Pillars with Radiant Lights,
Posits and people and poses
Such dear Gentle Times
Clarity In Awe of
Full Towering Options.
Thank you as
Burn Baby This Brightest Star,
Your Tall Towering Inferno
a piece of always Hot,
Onwards and Up!
Run With TheseWolves
