Birthday Poem, and Reflections

I turned 27 years old. And, a realization of this turn around the sun is that I’d like to release more writing into the world, and create a sense of love, and nurture the garden of my words.

I’ve been sitting here all day trying to figure out how to share my love and thoughts on instagram, but it’s just too hard to fit all my words into that boxy platform. And then I realized, that I have a blog. And it’s here for me to share exactly this: MY words.

For a while there, I got into this rut of only sharing what I felt people would want to read; that same shtick, I know :/ … But, obviously, for those of you who know me, you’ll know that trying to fit myself into someone else’s box will never end well.

And so, this year of 27, I’m committing to write, and to share my writing. Not for you—though I am blessed to receive your love, and hope that my writing serves you well—but for me, because to release my writing is a profound act of self-love. It is the greatest honor I could give myself, the greatest gift I could ask for on this memorial of my initial incarnation onto this planet.

And so, I ask of you, to please read my writing with care, with tenderness, with love, with focus. May it bring you more deeply into connection with that which transcends the words I leave you with, and which eternally revolves around the untamable. May you be relieved of your mere problems, and let yourself bask in the Religion of Presence.

For this love, I release my words to you.

And, if you feel so called to support my journey, I would welcome a subscription, a share, or a paid level of support.

With gratitude and love,

Faolan

Please enjoy my uncensored, channeled flow of words into Life:

The texture of ephemeral things

The rhythms of hearts broken

Blunders which lead us astray

And the blessings which return

A tale as old as truth itself

Has been born and reborn

Like the snake which breathes,

Bludgeons, and berates life

For forgetting itself along the road

Please, desperation

Do not lose the loving tenderness

A field of white flowers

Painted in brush strokes

By the midnight moon

Caress me with your love

Flowers and roots

Blossoms on intricate display

Flow in clear rain

And bring joy to every day

Rage and ordinariness

Pleasant bringer of blight

All the fucking paradox

Which leaves us in this light

The truth of deep surrender

Blesses us with love

And we strive to always remember

What we never actually forgot

This is life

This ordinary existence

There’s nothing better

And nothing worse

All of everything is held here

And all of nothing, disperse

So bring attention to the simplicity

Breathe deeply all the light

Turn focus into energy

Turn bliss into every state

Transcend the mere living

And ascend to the rhythm

Blood and honor flow in spades

Where the place of endings fray

Pleasure is the holder

Play is the entity

Drive is the motivator

Breath holds it all together

Silence is the virtue

To listen is to breathe

The clouds spread their tendrils

And I lovingly receive

Have you ever tasted a cloud

As you fly toward the sunset?

Have you ever ripped apart

The tender veil of vitality itself

To breathe in the flicker of life?

Have you wondered at the nectar

And tasted the breath of Her?

To make love to the Earth.

To make Her the lover.

To transcend mere desire,

And put roots down in the soil

To breathe the way rocks do

In stillness and eternal bliss

To hold the fire of the mountain

And feel its tender pull

This is the bliss of life

This is the nectar of God

A masculine endeavor

To capture that which flees

To prey upon her flesh

To rip and tear asunder

And to make it all a sacrament

To create rawness and transcend

And there the words arrive without me trying. The beat plays on my mind. This is the way I like to write. When I’ve lost my mind. Every sense is alive and I am simply a trigger to be pulled by that which breathes me. So continue on this journey and let all the stars align; there’s nothing greater than tomorrow and nothing ever to leave behind.

This is the bridge that I hold the key to. This is the mystical world of my dreams, which lends itself into my Earth, my hold on reality. This is my garden to nurture.  And all I’ll do is start to share.

I write a lot. The words need to be let out. That’s all there is to it for this year. Let the words out. Release them into the world.

A sacrament. Wonder. Bliss.

I love this life. And I will release my words.

Ari