My spirit craves joy badly. Washed up in time and emerging into something greater, I bleed for truth and choice. Integrating a greater force and discrepancy at hand. Time take time.Sometimes I seek voices that share laughter and fun. Games of no value and a friendship that misunderstands misfortune.Wreaks havok on plans of structure and safety. Adjusting accordingly with all that surrounds me , that feels both chaotic and mundane, a little error emerges and offers me some solace.Trusting in truth.Discounting enterprises that have come before it, and probably after.But never the same. I used to run from nature in favor of urban landscapes and urban attire,Everything new feels relatively old.Everything undervalued feels immensely cherished. All that I idolized feels weak and susceptible,Unselfish and careless. Selfless and gleaming times point way to a being that shines through all this darkness and brings forth the treasure of feeling alone and between two paradigms. Trusting in spirit and resolve of a timely destiny where nothing else matters except accepting creator to cherish and honor. Wellness is nothing without source. The magic I used to chase seems blind and chaste. TepeesspiritHouses of the holygratitude servicenobilitypuritysanctity.All clear with misfortune and yet the rest awaits in the unconscious. relieved with laughter prose and native medecine . #teepeeproject @maharosenyc @northbrooklynfarms @teepeeproject
