8 27 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 72 — emancipating

8
27
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 72 — emancipating

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“Oh,
there goes Rabbit,
he choked,
he’s so mad
but he won’t
give up that easy,
nope,
he won’t have it,
he knows…”

Eminem

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and ain’t it like
a babe
to rush
the social media stage
say ‘ta-da’
& carry on
as tho his facet
of the parade
was even worth
a single 'hurray’

truth be
somewhere along the way,
ego got laced
w/ this scene of virtual celebration,
& being blind deaf 'n dumb,
took a while for the numb one
to realize
that the moonwalk
he was learning on
had him
tripp’d —
stumblin’ —
steady falling —
before ultimately unveiling
the holes in his soul 2 squeeze

in summary,
maturity released
via
capsules of Space
by
phases of Time
unique to each & every
Mind Heart Spirit…

unfortunately
(?)
this cat seems to have been napping
longer than the rest of humanity,
(or just ineffectively integrating the life-lessons of the day-by-day)
always believing in the hustle,
yet perhaps
from a perspective
dictated according to motives
unclear

with that,
now aiming to render
sincerity @ 110%,
hence
new phase of training.
not going to be EZ.
fact: opposite, exactly —
for while a new species of momentum
in sprouting,
the change has yet to blossom
(true beauty = whole 'nother ballgame…)

that said,
a recently fathomed
step-stone of learning
from which we’re to herein pivot —

the more one focus on the Matrix without,
the more one lose touch w/ the Self within…

self-realize,
self-develop,
self-refine,

emancipate



blondyn



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5 22 2015 - enlightyn

look babe.

something magical happened.

ahuh.

came of your smile.

no, honest.

affect of your sparkle.

stop it.

no you stop it.

okay fine.

will take this time

t tell you in

on how you saved

my life by large.

no, honest.

you did.

and with one word—

e n l i g h t y n

ahuh.

what about it?

can’t say.

not that ii don’ wanna.

just can’t quite figure on how one oughta.

poetry babe.

go figure.

certain our love sparked it.

positive.

happened in the darkness.

yesterday was hard.

you know how somedays written in sorrow?

tragedy was yesterday.

yeah mama.

then came dawn.

all started the night before.

nightmare had slipped inside me.

scenes

of

complete loss—

utter destitution—

crazy absolute darkness

within & without me.

didn’t want to live no more.

was sinking in sappy abyss,

drowning inside out,

was just about gone

when through all the psychological dissonance,

universal ripple of your voice

cut through the mire

to reach me

via

the one word

that you, babe—

that you

had spoken—

e n l i g h t y n

your word, mama.

suddenly

midst the thick of the darkness,

was seeing stars in the shape of your portrait

right like that,

underworld disappeared

opened my eyes

to a new day upon me,

rays of sunshine

in my eyes,

quite unlike

any i’d ever seen before.

didn’t understand right away,

and well past noon up til early evening—

the whole of yesterday—

was confused as questioning

every oz. of my self-esteem—

my reason for existence—

my purpose & core belief

in driving forth

w/ aeternal fortitude

in order to overcome struggle monumental.

and then,

well beyond the sun had set, babe,

you and I met

by the starlight over central park

and upon catching that outline of your face,

your word, babe—

e n l i g h t y n

flashed through me.

did ii show it?

cause it hit like lightning.

sight of you, babe,

well.

struck me with soul power

time spent with you

ignited a power hour

of self-realization + inner discovery.

“ ‘nough being bunt cake,” ii decided.

high-time to jumpstart metamorphosis of reinvention 101—

a hyper-animated self : environment state of engagement.

absorb like everlasting & render high quality life daily.

must open UP—

become more transparent—

a model of positive motion all along the rise

via creation of supernatural value

til my mind : heart : spirit ratio

brilliant as your starshine,

l*ve,

that saved me from the start.

remember always, babe—

before you set forth your Way,

every moment

by every thought

that you have throughout your day

comprises every opportunity

we will ever have here on Earth.

for our time here today,

whether together or apart,

let’s agree to create symphony between us—

a revolution Magum Opus,

to resound from this generation

to those beyond

via

majestic celebration

of

life + love.

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blondyn

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2015