p l a y - w r i t e

i woke up

one morning and

decided to 

be the canvas myself

to let the

creator

create me

to view the past

as only a

prequel

to the

grand adventure

that would become

the story of a lifetime

where the

main character

isn’t me but

the one who breathes

life through me

and that

was the greatest

moment

of my life

at that time

and every day after

has been a continual

unending

dream

as if i’m

back asleep

only this time

it’s where i’ve chosen to be

knowing all along

the playwright

was always

me

“play-write”

r e m e m b e r

remember who you are and

where you came from

remember where you're going

and what you're made of

remember the truth and the fire inside

remember the sacred,

the holy divine

remember the journey,

remember the path

remember what's lost and all that you have

remember your story and all you deserve

remember to honor and stand in your worth

remember your gifts, your power, your song

remember you're guided

all along

R E M E M B E R

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m e d i c i n e

first, you must

love yourself

you must know that

the whole

entire

universe loves you

more

than you can possibly fathom

learn to fully receive this love

just as you would give anything

for your own children

so the universe would give anything

for you

what reason is there

to worry?

can you remain in the present?

can you enjoy what is

right in front of you

without having to know

what is coming

next?

if you truly believe the path

has been laid out before you and

anything you could possibly need

will

meet you

along the way,

would you rather

spend your focus

on finding those things

or enjoying the view?

your only job is surrender

surrendering to the way creation

wants to

move through you

you are a unique vessel,

perfectly crafted as an instrument

to sound a certain song

let

the universe

play

then you will see

then you will hear

the difference

trust

M E D I C I N E

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h e a v e n

there’s no such thing

as straight and narrow

the path is winding and steep

on the edge of a cliff

and at times you have to

scramble and scale

before reaching a

breakaway

a clearing

an opening to the base

of an oasis

a lagoon

and then you’re sucked under 

part of the tide 

part of the

thundering

crashing

waves

and then you are the ocean

the

entire

ocean

you are the depths

And there’s no way to come up for air

this is breathing now

this is living

because you see that your

entire

surface

is touching the sky 

you roll over to find

that at every inch of the other side

you and all of land collide

seeping in

you turn within

the mixing and shaping

the pressure

the fire inside

you are one and all in a 

single

lonely

breath

the definition of hard-pressed

therefore separation

doesn’t exist 

it never did

thus is hell

is falling into the illusory trap

that you were

ever on your own

no

you were never on your own

it’s all right here right now

and you get to decide

which side

of Heaven 

to live in

today

stop accepting this idea that it’s 

somewhere outside of you

and know

we never left

no

we will never leave you

no

we have always been here

always are here

always will be

here

NOW 

H E A V E N

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