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when the will and the heart are aligned, destiny happens.  my will and heart are aligning after a long period, where they weren’t.  i wasn’t listening to my will.  i was telling her she was wrong, bad, base, blah blah blah, or i was being detached and telling her something clinical, or maybe i was telling her that she needed to heal.  i was telling her something wrong.  sometimes there are no grey areas and things are vividly black and white.  sometimes you are wrong.   spirit mic, here this….no longer will i deny my will.  when did desire get a bad name?  when did longing crawl under a boulder, shivering with shame?  the wisdom of the matriarch is squashed by the patriarch.  lets get rid of both archs.  no archs and no isms.  not noah’s, not prison.  walk out of the cellar door and the schism.  i walked to the trees.  just as i was about to plop onto mamma, my favorite tree, the clean up crew parked right by her.  let go of expectations.  she sent me left, to the trees off in the distance.  i found one, not covered in humans. birth was his name, he told me.  sat on birth for a while, closing my eyes.  i feel like a tree.  sick of humanity.  compassion exhausted.  not desensitized enough to handle it, and don’t want to be.  it’s time to return to animal me.  plump tears create lunar puddles around my lotus feet.  little sparrow how did you get such a beautiful beak?  celebrating the moment with silence as the treat.  this blog is turning into thai prayer flags now.  shhhhhhh….