These are the days.
This is the hour.
This is the minute.
This is the moment… of power.
I return to unadorned unembellished isness.
I balance the earth on the balls of my feet.
I lay upright in the ethers.
I am a satellite of divine orbit.
Blues- favored hues.
Soul pulling tunes.
No mad dash to prove what you are.
This is approval seeking.
Do not seek it.
Do what you are.
Existence deemed you worthy at birth.
Don’t argue.
Don’t demonstrate.
Do the actual work.
Therein lies worth.
The reins lie north.
The horseshoes lie south.
Clovers lie lasting at center of attention.
I make luck and time… love.
Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion


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