quantum leap : soul poempredictability is sodden with the mundane. mud drips from the boots whose feet inside walked through the storms of what it means to show up in the full humanity of individual existence. we exist alongside one another as well as because of one another. every aspect of who we are is deeply influenced by those who touch our hearts and see our souls. all responses are born from a place at the centre of our being. reactions come from the surface but responses are woven deeply within our dna. dreams swirl between worlds that hold truth for the psyche to see - relevant consequences are always an option for surrendering to a new way of being. if we can see the flame of fire in the eyes of those who we stand before - we can feel deeply in the pulsing hearts of love that reaches beyond a currently perceived notion. when we uncloak ourselves from the recessed places of hiding - we may become surprised at the immense potential for love to exist beyond limits and in allotments unmeasurable in the quantum’s of math. infinite. eternal. as dark as the night sky when the moon is new. as deep as the ocean waters when the tides are high. as beautiful as utopia in the minds eye. these words come to greet me and offer a lesson in learning to expand beyond any constraints of what has held me back. an opportunity to lift my own oppression from the tight hold around my neck. i have chocked myself for as long as i can remember - i have stifled the energies of what it means to live alive in the creative centre of my very existence. i have swallowed the lies of society and chosen to turn a blind eye to the desires that lie dormant awaiting self permission for full activation. and here i sit now - here i lay now - here i stand now - too many feelings to express in words - too many potentials to carry in one hand - too many and always just enough. just as there is always enough love to be present for all - in similarity there is always enough joy to be expressed in ways that ignite change and catalyze the alchemy of my soul.
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morgan leigh callisonmostly i write to remind myself what it means to be me. it is through words, my soul finds expression & my mind finds a place for form to take shape. Archives
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