I, Ego Me, Genius They work together brilliantly When Ego’s not indulging In emotional addiction

Earning my stripes and loving it. The mysteries in life can remain just that: unknown,

The experience of a poetry open mi… frees us from cultural restriction… enabling us to explore the human e… in a space of truth and vulnerability

Sometimes my vision shifts to gray and people become masses of chaos, unrecognizable balls of energy sur… nothing is exciting or intriguing it’s all rather fucked, isn’t it?

If there is one thing that could m… it is the aum. Aum, the resonating sound from the… that symbolizes the birth of creat… touches the soul like no other sou…

Don’t trust the vision. It’s tainted with haves and have-n… possibilities lost with the percep… current reality obscured by lookin… the present moment thrown away

Having my physical needs & wants c… Satisfying my modern human, even s… Give me my weed, coffee, music, an… I give you precious gems in the fo… There is no pride in this realizat…

What terrifies me most is what I’m made of. A personal trauma-filled past and the accumulated karma of centuries of manipulation and d…

Into the storm, treading me or the storm? Footsteps slow and hesitant. Trembling veins. Muscles and Brain

I am the victim because I think I am. Others see me as weak because I see myself as weak. Perceptions leaking

Woke up with laughter there’s no sense chasing after what is not yet here. Sunspots on forest floors, tell me, Love, where is the door?

Sometimes I’m an emotional weirdo… Sometimes I just wanna turn my br… Sometimes I forget that we all go… and sometimes I remember the speci… Seeing beauty in the inconsistency…

The ego experiences less pain when the realization that nothing… I tend to behave as an introvert m… wrapped up in the contents of my m… It’s a jungle in there and I love…