Will there ever be a time where we can just be ourselves and that be enough.
Where all needs are provided for without having to give into systems, structures, cages, restrictions, doing “me” rather than being.
I can’t give into it, this way of work. I’m not a funnel, robotic device that wants to commit my all to serving humanity at the expense of myself.
Service yes! With flow, passion, creativity, a guiding light, no plan yet a purpose provided in each now, each heartbeat, each breath.
Birthing creativity with imperfection, life force, passion, playfulness.
I yearn the freedom of fire, the dance of the air, the flow of water, the wildness of spirit, the stability of Earth, the sensitivity and strength of the trees and the wealth of metals.
Are my desires too much, too out there, too vast.
Universe where are you as I speak I hear you, why is it you don’t hear me.
Invisible, unseen in a world yet I am true to myself, why is this God.
It feels that way anyway.
Lately I’ve felt alone, all I desired fell through once again.
I’m left with not really much outside of myself, it would seem this way by sight.
All I do witness and have around me I deeply appreciate.
I know there’s no permanence.
I know that I truly am love.
I am myself.
I haven’t left myself in all this chaos.
Breathing, beating, still, moving.
If I have anything I have myself.
That can never be taken away.
I’m still here.
A sign of life.
Art & Musings – Bec Hart.