S.L.S.R (Surface, Love, Soil, Roots).. The Cycle

The macabre of love in the physical

Envelop us with the whimsical

Tease us with illusions of faith!!!

& The only time 'I' am close to the truth..

Is in various distant/abstract realities.

Dreams, calls, messages, literature,

music.. The surface serves a purpose to be in harmony with the depths of our being.

With some people, I can dive in so naturally, so passionately

We see that the soil is so rich!

Or.. we can feel it..

Some days, it is murky..

Allowing us to navigate through it easier..

& what we discover are the demons they do not show..

So the question arises.. Do you love them enough to battle them alongside each other?

& Do they?

Fears, failures, anxiety, misfortune, doubts, insecurities, pride, apathy anger, trauma.. Can you cooperate with these demons?

The love must stay ablaze..

It is the only way to reach.. their Roots..

What may be the source of all their pain?

This is the most uncomfortable part of ourselves, & guess what? Quite often-- fear kicks in-- & people choose to rise.. Right back up.. to the surface.

Those depths can either be invigorating to the degree where prosperity reigns supreme..

Or suffocating to the degree where love is aligned with macabre.. again..

Back to the surface they go, then...

Now there you are-- Pure intent since the beginning..

Do you run away & showcase demons of your own in this physical torment with pride? Or would you water their surface out of truth and love.. to watch them grow..

Sometimes they'll recognize their soil has rotten..

But the process of ridding it may be a 2 person duty..

& If it turns out to be 1..

Continue to water them.

& Lastly.. The roots themselves may require changing..

A new mindset, new heart, better actions..

After years of delusions..

Time was illusive..

Not many people & things were inductive of increased wellness..

Will you allow yourself to watch them reform?

No matter how difficult it is?

Regardless of these levels..

What is YOUR truth?

Are you an exceptional lover?

Or is your desire burning illustriously?

I. Must. Remain. Pure.