Work with every drop of your being. Squeeze out your soul, like that last godamn drop of toothpaste, girl, get it.
Stand sharp, wisely unafraid of failure and filled with the innocent joy of the journey.
It's about you. It's about me. It's about each of us individuals remembering the wholeness, the oneness of this unraveling infinity.
It's about love. So, Love. Do it. Do it Now. More than you think you can.
Just go out an love someone for the hell of it.
Tell the evils in this world. "Hey! Fuck you!! I choose love mother fuxker!!" And laugh and do it all over again.
Love isn't easy. it's unending graceful and solid gold filled effort. Infinite and finite. A bottomless well we must prostrate to daily.
Give me dirty messy magnificent love. Leave the calm sleeping shore. Raise your sails.
Ride the tides of your windy breath into the unknown. Where is there uncharted territory in the ocean of your heart?
Feel it rock you like a baby in the womb. Like a perfect storm gaining upon the calmly sleeping shore.
For both exist inside of souls. We are the storm. We are the shore.
Be rocked. Be. Sink into the subtleties. Sit in your heart.
Don't answer the phone. Don't do the dishes.
The time has come to quiet the devilish distractions we are spoon fed.
Your mission is behind the red velvet curtain.
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