We lost it. Not sure what happened but we lost it- the battle between female and male.
We were no longer bonded, no longer in love.
To be in love is just an action, one must devote itself to it. Otherwise, it ends up falling away, like everything else.
We lost it God. We really lost it.
The game, the game of love.
So supercharged, consumed in our doom, that we forgot what we came here for. If only we knew.
When we remember we are together. But we lost that in the pact.
There was a pact to be ethereal, real, close to the truth and once that veil opened up and there was nowhere to hide, some flew, never to be seen. Others retreated and grew.
It’s in music that we will find the tools. If only some knew this, they might stop their fight.
But fighting we love and loving we grow.
It is more comfortable to stay in slumber than to wake up and relax.
In awareness we see the light and those parts of ourselves that we are scared will show up.
Now I know. I know I will be safe, for wherever I go, I will have my say. There is nothing that scares me and yet I do not pertain to this world. A slumber of peaceful elements that have not yet figured out how to not live in their heads.
With the element of water, you wash dishes and bake bread.
With music you can stare away the darkness that remains.
I want you. I want you to be my brother, the father of my kids.
I want you to know that what’s lost can be regained.
But somehow, sometime, we lost this. And again, that’s fine.
As long as we keep pursuing music, we’ll be fine my man.
Kudos to a remembrance, to a fight in peace, to forgetting what we didn’t want to and disappearing for the sake of not being seen.
Kudos to all the fighters, the lovers in love, the musicians and writers and those devoted to God Source.
Kudos to what could have been but never made it. To the lovers of the light. To those peaceful warriors that fight the battle inside.
There is no battle that needs to be fought, only love to be shown.
And to those who never made it, there is always a second chance. Choose your words wisely, choose your actions with careful awareness. Know that you are the dreamer of your dream.
And with this awareness, we can create what we wish.
So, what are you wishing for?
I’m leaving a door open, even though I’m not sure I want it.
I always dreamed for better, wished for that letter. A word, a shape, an action that would show me he was a man.
I dreamed and so I lived.
We have lost it- the battle between the female and the male.
If you are awakened then get in this train, otherwise choose to decisively let it go away. Either way we will be happy, either way we’ll be in love.
No, I do not want someone rancid, I do not wish for a feminine man. I’m ready to embrace my inner masculine and deflect it onto someone else. This is the dream of the dreamers and the party of love. If you are in the train of lovers, come join me with lust. Sex and sensuality a part of this beloved show.
To immerse oneself in Oneness, one must open up to love. Sex being part of the token that gets one to another’s home.
Now I say farewell dear reader, I close this letter with love, so that you too can ponder upon it and wake up to what’s real in your heart. If that is of joining and rejoicing, then come join me in wagon 9. If there is no love left but a wild card, then keep it to the side. We no longer wish to be lovers if there is no light. No drive to be more than we did if there is no night.
I wish you well, part ahead, dream in essence and say farewell. If you wish to contact me you can, no shame.
I wish to open up my next path. One of love and glory, sexual inhibition and peaceful sonnets. One which wishes me nice, embroidered in flowers, music being the thread of my life.
Door is open, friendship alive. If there is any way to save this marriage, it is through a friendship in unconditional love. Be true to your word and stick to what you say. Come like the waves and let the friendship evolve and fade away.
Only when you have given everything you learn how to love-unconditionally and with patience, knowing that the best is yet to come.
Music, the thread of life that unites lives.
Ethereal, surreal, aboriginal in its love for what’s eternal.
Deep love, in friendship. No job, just magic. Real, clean, voluntary and free. No pushing, pulling, no inhibitions. Each to their own time.
The unravelling of what happened for an understanding of how it can be improved, so as for it not to happen again or be chosen in its root.
If you are ready for this, then come join me again.
If not, the door is closing. Step away, make space for what’s next.
The best is yet to come.
L.I.P
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