The machine cannot replicate truth

The machine cannot replicate truth,

The kind of truth birthed from the heart,

Where the ocean runs deep

And the essence is your soul,

Learning how to create again

Feeling is not a construct

It is the way higher dimensions communicate

To breathe in coherence with God

Art created from the machine

Is a piece of the whole

But it's not directly in tune

With the Creator

And our multidimensional souls

Can feel when art carries a void,

A lifeless pit

And when art flows with heart energy

Where your soul won't allow you

To ignore it

Because within every sovereign creation

Is a soul who has unlocked

The wonder and the heart

A union that is needed

To heal what others cannot name

Pink butterflies

Admiration turns into desire,

A type of desire

That roots itself like a tree,

Not influenced by the artificial stimulation

Created by this world

But deeply buried in the heart

Where the pink butterflies with fluttering wings

Find their oasis

The heart meets density and light

You feel your heart stretch out

The heart finally breaks

But there is a sense of magic,

The quiet rebuilding of the heart

Returning to whole,

Like a film rewinding itself

To savor the moments,

There is an endless amnesia to forget the pain

Written out on the heart,

No words

Energy,

Memories,

Push it forward

An invisible drive that somehow

Meets density and light,

A mere reflection

And a direct signal

To the heavenly flame

Floating among the stars

I dance without a limit

No box exists

Within the realm of my soul

I hold the stars

As they kiss my body in delight

Nothing is foreign

For the dream connects to reality

As if they were meant to be together

Floating among the stars

Doesn’t have to be a rarity

For stardust lives in my bones

I live in the between

The magical void

Where anything and nothing lives,

The space where flowers grow

Flowers of the unknown

All of it is a cycle

No linear expectations to chase

Floating among the stars

Is where I learn to be me

Not someone else

The pleasure awakens

Not just orgasmic

But an otherworldly synchronicity

That was always meant to happen

I chose this path

For I listened to the eruption

Within me

A life of joy, love, and harmony

Nestled together in the garden of me

The language of frequency

The heart is not designed to lie,

What you feel is a message

In the language of frequency,

More powerful than words

You sense the yearning,

The cries of pleasure,

The need to find what's deeper

A harmonic resonance

Where your soul feels free

To explore what others find weird

This is your power

You sense the beauty in gentle love

And you see the beauty in pushing the boundaries

Intimacy is the electrical current

That creates the flow

Of a river that can never dry up

Because your soul chose to walk this path,

Filled with gold

Not to impress

But to express

What once felt like shame