• Orgasm of Flower

    Orgasm of Flower

    Welcome to the horizon of self-comfort
    Where music is the tone of my voice
    And silence warms my words

    Where we smile like the birth of a new life
    And cry like the arrival of a new child

    Come
    Swim with me naked and play in the now
    Oh ouch baby the angels are jealous

    Feel your bones melt like mine
    In the heat of our desire

    It’s holy insane
    To only love you

    My lust is rising
    An appetite
    And a hard is on

    I want you

    Let’s create passion my love
    Allow the sun to embrace our tender moon

    Let’s make love and burn doubt
    With the sweat of our joined bodies
    Feel me at the sacred verge

    Open wide
    The immaculate conception

    I am inside you my star
    I can’t hold it any longer

    Angel’s seeding and juice
    Come yeah come with me

    Until you and I
    Flower beyond
    An orgasm of life

    Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.

  • Bag Of Choices

    Bag Of Choices

    Why do we esteem ourselves too much merit?
    Why do we relieve ourselves of our beneficial deeds?
    Why do we ignore the scale of our wisdom practice?

    Why do we exaggerate and understate?
    Does why matter?

    Why spend time finding and placing blame?
    Why spend time crafting reasons and excuses?
    Why spend time convincing a pack of a root cause?

    Your bag of choices,
    Leave not at wound scene.
    Bouncing from one extreme
    To the opposite of what’s seen.

    You are wise, you have understanding,
    And tools of knowledge you mastered.

    The energy and frequency is you.
    Walk as you wish, your own created path.
    At vibrations of your choice.

    Go ahead, the road is open.
    Yours it is, no one walked it before.
    Live life as you choose.

    Do no harm, and attend to.

    Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.

  • There is More

    There is More

    There is more than the grounds we stand on,
    That hold us.

    There is more than these words we speak,
    That gather us.

    There is more than this time we got,
    That preserves us.

    There is more than those thoughts we have,
    That enlighten us.

    There is more than a heart we romance,
    That touches us.

    There is more than navigating genes we inherit,
    That guide us.

    There is more than
    Flesh, breath and blood.

    There is more than
    We know.

    There is more than
    You and me.

    There is more than
    A physical connection.

    There is only one truthful line we know,
    One truthful page we feel

    There is more than…

    It’s called

    Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.