Heart Sprouting
A heart story. Left without a window cracked open, a breeze of mission emanates into thin air. The mask we shed to cover our vulnerable states pauses before crashing against our inner walls.
We’ve built boundaries, borders, and pillages to cover the tracks of what no longer has significance. Our paths are stretched further and wider than ever before. Our road-maps are confused and shifting in perspective.
Our minds have the ability to expand, re-structure, and re-wire, so shouldn’t the same be true with our hearts? Leaving room for an open mind to both possibility and expansion. The lines converge into depths of field and a magnitude of dimensions.
The message is not for thought but of feeling. When all that is within is greeted with love, our portal to our heart becomes pure and mortal. By letting go, our graceful miracle begins to blossom and bloom. Oozing over like fields of strawberries and cream.
Crumbs left, like trails of light, licking, tasting, and lavishing all that surrounds its path. Heart-centered and glowing, the magnetic quality attracts, like a moth to a flame. Burning all with passion, heated, and embers afloat.
From the peaks of freedom, solitude holds as a witness to disassembling the structure of what is. If always locked into a cycle of mutable cattle, sequence repeats, rather than rhythms swaying, silently, and softly.
Pulsing emotions drift into an ever-swirling circular gate of evolution. The heart holds our passage to love and universal growth. As our star-ship soars from inter-dimensional galaxies it enhances through development.
Epiphanies amplify our experiences, for good, or bad. Subtly allowing flashes of insight to alter perception. The brain tries to overrule our experiences, halting our trance state of pura vita, “pure life”.
Friction forcing our bow’s to heel their arrows. The shadow that hides behind our hearts, is but a curse, for it will never see past the light blessed before it. To hide or heal, walking into dilation.
For all to live with shadows pressed tightly against one’s eyes, one must seek to release. The cushion beyond the leap will catch the fall. Life’s evolution has its reasons, but there is no reason at all in one’s heart.
Each person plays a part of the pivotal positioning which makes up the gateway to the greater whole. Not for solicitation on selfish behalf, but for emotional healing and connection to all that emerges from within.
May the heart lead the way, collapsing outside distractions in its pathway. One flicker lighting for millions of miles, not in secret, but for retribution. Our physical makeup sheds its vessel when ready to transform. Do you choose to take a leap of faith and trust?
Dredging through the muck is what alleviates the poison. For that poison will suck one’s heart dry with enough obstruction, leaving a raw force to be healed for evolvement. Unraveling the maturing emotional vortex of pure love.
