Lifetimes of karma on repeat. Note the pattern, edit edit. Nothing changes unless you do. Just die already!
We walk with stardust trailing our toes. A balloon of consciousness tied to a string, held in our feeble fingers. We are so small. Yet, we are everything.
Generate the love you’re missing in life. Your silver spoon is in your hand. Use it for yourself.
Memorized by the horizon. Cast in the glow of our own light. We are the womb of the world.
Check in, pay attention, sync up. That’s the way to play the game.
Dark behaviors cause karmic aging. You don’t want premature wrinkles, do you? Get a real filler, inject that gash with the light of love. You have far more space than you think. So fill up buttercup, this Moon’s for you!
No clues left for questioning, we’ve rested. The sky lights our way.
Karmic healing is at the forefront. The past comes back at the purge level. Spewing forth. So much rot.
“As a child I knew
that the stars could only get brighter
that we would get closer
get closer leaving this darkness
You’re being asked to clean out your soul to make room for more love.