When you are naked to the world

When you put a label on your authenticity,

You are not operating in your soul's truth,

You are merely in an unconscious loop

Vulnerability doesn't need to be shown to the world

Most people want to believe they are truly letting go of the chains that bound them in fear,

But they are just putting on a performance

With a different mask

And a different limitation,

The ego wants to create a vulnerable narrative,

One where you believe the filters

Have dropped to the floor

And you are naked to the world

It's a resonance you cannot ignore

That determines if you're still hiding

Or your soul is the driver

You don't need to broadcast who you really are,

Because your soul wants you

To find the love in you

And to sit with the deep rivers that exist

When others aren't looking

That is peace and the gateway

To merging back with your soul

The world sees vulnerability and authenticity

As a weakness

You're no longer able to play the games

When you finally undress and take away the filters

The lightning bolt of sovereignty

Is not lightweight

But a heavy homecoming

It is you coming back to your truth,

A type of power few have truly tapped into

No words,

No actions,

Just you being in a frequency

Where silence is expression

And your heart knows it

Complex riddle

You are a complex riddle

That I constantly try to convince myself

Not to solve

Because pain lies on the other side

And I don't know if I can handle it

My heart wants to keep beating

For the moments filled with the sound of your laughter

And the times when teasing melts the ice

That has shielded you

From showing your true self

One single kiss

Is enough to send me inside a delusion

Of my own doing

To feel that I've escaped the ache

For a love that may never appear in reality

Distance doesn't rule us

I thought I could keep the wall built around me,

A fortress that wasn't supposed to move

No matter what disaster threatens it

But your vulnerability

Makes it sway

On the verge of falling

It's not enough to be your partner

You chose for a play

I want to be your real partner,

Where distance doesn't rule us

And the stars wave

As if they see us both

For who we are

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