He who has the goals makes the rules.
As WE stare into clouds that form.
Little did he know.
Time was
fading away.
He thought he had it all.
But things
Always
Have to change.
Little did he know.
That Life
was a wave.
So He had to fall
Before he knew
It all had to change.
Sometimes
The smallest
Details
Show us
How to
Change.
Transmutation.
B
L
U
E
Become, love,unconditionally
Further the more.
Never the less.
Always forward
The right thing to do.
Is all we have left.
We will grow
From.the beautiful mess.
One little act of kindness can change your life and the lives around you in ways you never thought imaginable.
Go out if your way to teach the world how to teach eachlther better.
Eluxorama = the devotion to positive spiritual growth in the midst of underlying chaos or darkness.
From the lost souls and energy we have always adored.
What world is this where artist hearts are withered and sore. Where we pour the inner poor of our childhood being born. And every second alive coukd be a new moment.
Whatever passion you have is essential.
this one moment.
We practice our crafts to see self improvment.
Where mental health is the truest.
Heart awoken we continue. .
Spoken out loud is our greatest vertue..
To stand up through all the hard issues.
Cause the past we dont have to live in
its not residential.
It lives inside of you and me. It hides inside the tradjidy.
It lives inside the darkness and the worst possibilitys
But we can use this. As our greatest strength.
Its a beautiful commodity.
and every second of it is for free.
But our hearts comes at a cost.
When we are alone and can not see
The heartache we give.
To be. To become
Whatever you concieve of being free, is.
We all have to accept the loss. Of sacrifice to our energy.
together we form a feather. to become one wing.
But you will need two to fly.
Through the blue.
Be. Love. Unconditional. Endlessly.
Like moss on a branch through the thick of the rain.
Sufferring is what we will sustain.
Until we find that brighter day.
Together we become that pulse
running through eachothers veins.
The idea that...
Theres a better way.
Its a story as old as time.
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
This is where every great artist was formed. And when it rains it truly pours.
Together my friends. We are a force.
You cant go around it or underneith it.
As a community we choose to go right through
So loud nkw its something you cant ignore.
Its screaming. Beating in your heart.
Taking down that golden door.
So all i ask is one beating heart to another.
Lets do better at the way we treat eachkther.
Theres so many ways to not continue to suffer.
Let the silence be your usher.
With your cold heart defeat the flame. Reach out
Be the dead hand.
BURDEN
