A trip to the bookstore in the rain

Humidity covered my body

As I stop to admire

Mini skeletons riding flamingos

In front of a road lined with mossy trees

I let the quiet road speak

As droplets of rain

Put on their own performance

From the rooftop

Of a small yellow bookstore

The brown paper bag crackels under my hold

Containing books

That make me dream of faraway places

And steamy love

Restlessness in my internal world

I felt it bubble in my chest,

The restlessness

Has become a friend

I felt inclined to judge

But also the kind of friend

That brought me peace

If I just listened to the silence

I didn't shut off my internal world

For it became a firefly in the summer night

And I couldn't ignore it's glow

Among the uncomfortable darkness

Who was I without the noise?

Two boats in the sea

The dream is in reach

When you embrace me

Like I am yours

Your affection fills me up

Until I struggle to breathe

Between the crevice of your neck,

I thought we would drift away

Like two boats passing in the sea,

But you keep calling me back,

A lighthouse that effortlessly

Shines it's light in the dark

Kundalini Awakening

The sudden pull of energy from the spine

Activated my most vulnerable points

Leaving my eyes flooding with tears

Without a clear source,

It feels like an assault to my senses,

The bright lights, the loud sounds

And I feel it all,

Energetic fields of places and people

As if I was a magnified sponge in water

Pieces of a puzzle appears in my dream,

A deliberate message

To a subconscious thought

I feel my body vibrate upon waking,

Sudden movements that reminds me of the body's intelligence

And my perception slowly shifts,

Forcing me to drop superficial connections

And shallow habits

I feel the pulsing in my chest,

The bridge between the physical and the spiritual

Speak your truth

The box used to be sealed shut

By a vow never to speak your truth again,

But the time has come to release

What you have been holding back,

Let the floodgates open

And feel the slight buzz in your throat

As you hum to a random tune

This clearing is necessary for the next step forward

Your voice is the medicine

A channel for healing others

Like the sun slowly melting away the ice