You sleep on a river, made of everyone you’ve ever been, who carried you to where you are.
Every movement up until this point by every one of your ancestors
brought you here.
You are a flame alive for a moment.
A frame in something so much bigger that stretches from the first second to the last.
You are a walking miracle and every movement is as pure and incredible as the birth of a new star, or the death of an old one. Like a god. You float through time from flower to flower, unaware that you are magical beyond everything, in everything you do.
Look at you. Only here. For now.
And in every life, we stand across from each other.
And I always tell you this.
And in every life, I must remind you.
Because you forget just how incredible you are.
Monday, January 29, 2018
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