Journeys

A little muse inspired by some inspiring plants (more to come on that soon)

This wild ride called life.

Where will it take me

Fail or fly

What will happen will happen until the day I die,

So may as well try,

To happen to it as it happens to me.

As an when.

Presently

In the very moment I'm owning,

like I'm not physically broken.

It might be the mescaline, but this vessel isn't no small thing,

I Know that blessing.

Movement, fluidly convalescent.

Healing is something like regressing past the regrets and seeing the lessons.

In all your past transgressions.

I ain't messing.

Your heart is the blessing.

So blessed be eaterlally, and times that all by the power of three.

I know you know, you get me?

Fail or fly this moment is mine.

its painful, its real, and its divine.

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