The Swell
Breathing in and out, heart keeping pace, emotions swirl; roses grabbing attention, cats adoration. Shared space, interests, air. Music; the catalyst so often, here it comes...welling up... feel it? The Swell!
Man, I embrace the Swell! Whenever, wherever, roll with it. Ride it to the shore, to the end of the concrete landscape. So alive.
Maybe its age, maybe its purity <> well... purity from drugs and alcohol anyway, maybe its a maturing emotional self. Maybe its psychosis! rar!
Challenges come and go, such is living; I consciously make the effort to breathe in the challenge most moments, sometimes even successfully. Boundaries are indeed more firmly established by me today, and yet, I feel that I am more fluid transversing ever present change. I like it, being agile, believing in compassion as the rule, it just feels good. For so long I had resented my softer side; felt I had been misled. But today, and in this moment, I am comfortable in my own skin.
I cling to my established trust in that my soul knows the truth. Its fairly self centered I reckon. I mean I make every effort to be open to new information, to persuasion, to debate; transparency and accountability are core principles. But at the end of the day, my gut has not failed me yet, even at the height of my addiction, conscience was there, I just suppressed it. Strong arming my gut today sets alarms I heed. I do however, run new schemes past confidants, once again, transparency is vital. Guard against ego critical to long term success, subtle influences ego does exercise if unguarded.
Here comes the Swell! Whirling dervishes dancing on pin heads, delicately exploding euphoria! Thats it! Dance! Let go! Release the madman inside, inhibitions fade out, ride the cosmos!
heh. Love those moments free; not entirely lost, just loose. The Swell is loose.
Today I will be loose! I will encourage the The Swell! May we live in love.
Man, I embrace the Swell! Whenever, wherever, roll with it. Ride it to the shore, to the end of the concrete landscape. So alive.
Maybe its age, maybe its purity <> well... purity from drugs and alcohol anyway, maybe its a maturing emotional self. Maybe its psychosis! rar!
Challenges come and go, such is living; I consciously make the effort to breathe in the challenge most moments, sometimes even successfully. Boundaries are indeed more firmly established by me today, and yet, I feel that I am more fluid transversing ever present change. I like it, being agile, believing in compassion as the rule, it just feels good. For so long I had resented my softer side; felt I had been misled. But today, and in this moment, I am comfortable in my own skin.
I cling to my established trust in that my soul knows the truth. Its fairly self centered I reckon. I mean I make every effort to be open to new information, to persuasion, to debate; transparency and accountability are core principles. But at the end of the day, my gut has not failed me yet, even at the height of my addiction, conscience was there, I just suppressed it. Strong arming my gut today sets alarms I heed. I do however, run new schemes past confidants, once again, transparency is vital. Guard against ego critical to long term success, subtle influences ego does exercise if unguarded.
Here comes the Swell! Whirling dervishes dancing on pin heads, delicately exploding euphoria! Thats it! Dance! Let go! Release the madman inside, inhibitions fade out, ride the cosmos!
heh. Love those moments free; not entirely lost, just loose. The Swell is loose.
Today I will be loose! I will encourage the The Swell! May we live in love.
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