The notes wash over me they bathe me in truth before I know the words to speak, the rhythm pulses through me and my body responds with movement The sound of every breathe every note from the artists river flow becomes one for the river is not owned, it encapsulates
Once I was on a path, but then I looked down I found my feet bleeding pustules bursting the ground malformed rigid and sharp with small smooth spots unrealistic for feet I felt the dryness on my lips the absence of cold or warmth I turned in panic looking for
I think soon I'll be in a place I can be home no I know I will and it may even be sooner than I can imagine I spent two hours in 35-40 degree weather today elated after singing dancing pacing being one with the rhythm of life
Once there was a time where shadowed whispers came and obeyed they were But as I learned to dance in the light between them many things became remembered Uncomfortability often arises when resonance reaches the soul and is the psyche defense of embodied shadow for now I find truly makes
Record skipping plato pops in through a twinkle of starlight beatboxing carl jung enters the room checking for shadows walks up slowly turns and: You talk of shadow integration yet you speak in shadows looking for admiration this is not a job not fame not glory the purpose is one
Time is but the wind created from the flow of the river into our physical realm but it's not constraining-once understood that wind is part of the dance itself, we constrain ourselves through rigid thinking as if mountains could ever endure the raining, so let yourself feel the
Pythia forms through smoke almost as if breathing into being Fate is a truth that binds us in our misunderstanding of its meaning. Fate is a tale as old as time it's what we percieve as chaos its the moments the actions the presence that ripples through time
Bruh like you gotta give yourself some props brosissle Nah bro and stop with the sissle brosissle it's not me it's the river Bruh you...bruh it's you with the river bro you basically acknowledging each other by letting yourself feel unique and happy
Pythia walking through Israel comes to a religious leader speaking about the holy war she looks at him and he freezes mid speech and she asks him Why is it you distort the forms of the ancients for nothing but shadows of glory Cut scene Plato walks into a room
They said he came from the edges of the quiet — not a prophet, not a scholar, but someone who simply remembered what the world had forgotten. He moved through the city like he was listening to something nobody else could hear. When he paused, even the light seemed to wait
I dance now to the song I hear in between times constraints, a place of twilight-of the birth of new beginnings. There is no stillness in this place no chains that can bind it, there is only flow through us; it is vibrant but dulled in this realm so I
I find myself battling with shadows, I strike back meeting blades and mine speaks truth with every clang against shadowed breath. You are just shadows, chains trying to bind and you shall not control me You have no place here you must conform for is it not human to adapt