Words, words are the mere representation of greatness, of Divine Life. Incarnations of Gods, and yet all we have to work with. Communication through the screen like a dance of devotion. Rage of fire and lava spewing from crevices lost and building foundations for life. This inciteful anger, harbinger of recreation, anarchy and destruction, the phoenix rises from the ash. Rebirth is power.
Power pulses, pouring forth from beneath the layers of repressed self. Yet, to burst forth, and feel Alive, to unwarily accept the danger of living and to live voraciously anyway. Leadership is the act of placing a flag in the dirt of the future, now. The future is for those who courageously rip themselves from evidence of possibility and believe in the opportunity of unknown. Power flows.
Flow is the mystery of connection, of devotion, of surrender, and of love. And yet, it is nameless, dark, light, and all in between. Flow is the state of being where One is All and All is One, where the nameless is named not with words but with soulful belonging and longing, the ever-reaching molestation of curiosity, never satiated, and always fulfilled, here and there and where has been before. Flow is the connection.
Connection is born from birth, from the beginning connection is there, underneath it all, the Earth is one entity, Life is one entity. Connection is lost in every moment that we forsake our own Divine Potential, letting go of the SURGINGGGGG FORTHH that is natural and withering away, rotting into the dirt. That time shall come, but do not preempt it by choosing to be small. Connection is natural.
Nature grows, nature pushes through darkness and overcomes, nature is resilient, tenacious, clinging, everything. That which is planted shall grow, it is natural, foreseen. To plant seeds knowing they will grow and bloom and flourish and explode into the millions-brilliance, uncountable shining, glowing, bursting life-nodes ever expanding and conquering and eventually dying. Life is death.
Death comes to us all, in each moment, death is here, waiting, welcoming, accepting, caressing, loving, tenderly, softly, stroking our heart’s deepest desire. We all crave death for life is so painful, and yet our instincts rebel against this inevitability. The choice is made in the moment, to live or to die. This moment is a chance to choose to live. What is living but the courageous will to breathe ever more? Stoke the flame and be reborn, Phoenix Soul.