A quick note
Just to give you some insight into this post before you read this..
I woke up. 8am. Baby NOT serving as my alarm.
I felt a NEED, a DRIVE to get myself out of bed.
“Stream of consciousness writing”
–> that phrase popped into my head.
And so, I allowed.
This post is literally me, sitting on my couch, typing literally anything and everything coming up in my mind, one after the other. No edits except for some spelling errors.
I just
Zoned OUT
Tuned IN
and
Allowed THROUGH
and..
I hope you enjoy š
ā¤ B
Stream of consciousness writing: Take 1
Onimonipia namonapia
Onimonipia namonapia..
Flowers
Mil cores
Lights
I am the mountain
The ground you stand upon
The grasses
Light
And fresh
And dewey
I am the planter
And the planted
I am the wind and
I am the moon
I am the wolf
Who
Cries out
Too
I am me and
I am
YOU
Pillows and blankets
Help the days to pass by
A little more quickly
And comfortable
A gleam in your eye
Whoās eye?
I used to be shy
A little girl
Oh how the years they pass by
I let out a sigh
Of relief
Of remembrance
Of gratitude
And awe
I sigh a breath
Of relief
And release
That itās all..
Just so magnificent
In it all
Time
Time
Time
It keeps on a passinā
Us by
Donāt even have to think about it
Sometimes I cry
Deep sorrowful cries
For why does the time pass us all
So quickly?
And so slow at times
It’s all so
Contradictory
The mountain tops
Oh I gaze at them now
Oh how gorgeous
I see
I honor them
I bow
For there is reverence for
The man who lives in the sky
The universe that holds us
The spirits who guide
I believe I can fly
What an age old song
The birds
They do it
And we can too,
Letās sing along
Iām so grateful for this boundless opportunity
To sit here and write
The dew
It melts
Into the earth
At my sight
The rains
And the winds
They come and go
As they please
As if by command
Or wishes
Or desires
The ivy
The mires
Prisons
And walls
That we live in for years
Holding firmly
To this idea
In our minds
That we somehow deserve this
The good
Bad
And so
I continue typing
And writing this
Though
My tongue
Drenched in thirst
And my body
Achy, tired
Boiling up some cinnamon tea
I smell smoke
Cigarettes
A fire
Sounds tum tum tum
And song birds sing with glee
What a beautiful
Wonderful
And gorgeous day
To wake up
This earth
To be me.
I love you
And I love me
Letās all choose
To set ourselves
FREE.
XOXO,
ā¤ Momma B
P.S. My timer went off as soon as I pressed the period. chha-chinnnng!!! Time for some tea š Until later my friends!