The Minister of Chocolate

The Minister of Chocolate: "Energy is Everything is Possible."

INVICT

the best action we can be is KNOWING WE ARE ALWAYS EMANATING VIBRATIONS THAT PRELUDE OUR EXPERIENCE... be the invict warrior of light that travels within the cave to deliver awakening.

what thoughts do we CHOOSE when we recognize that each one is a seed of destiny?
which thoughts are we CHOOSING NOW? This the film. The Source we ALLOW through us is Light. AND!!!! THIS IS THE PICTURE WE ARE LIVING IN... tada! nothing is static.

Attract beings in concurrence with your highest imaginings... 6.8 billion human realities... like attracts like... i implore you to be the change you wish to see in this world... you have the tools, your body is a dynamic map, your prayers are reflected, delivered, manifested, materialized... abundance in breath. LANGUAGE (Lang=depth, gage=measure)... honesty invites the realest of the real.

i love love love you!!!!

lots of work to play, lots of play to work,

here to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted - woo-hoo!

sacred lather

I clean my hands and bless my palms,
And wash my fingers and pray with every wrinkle...

So that when I hold you its holy,
So that you trust me as you are wholly naked.

It's like taking off my shoes before speaking with a burning bush.

Explosions of Heart

The lens of love leaves me sun starring with a lemonade mustache. The daze is clarity of purpose, in that, i am love, i am love, i am love littering the streets and every vocal beat zapping ear drums, crafting booger coated thumbs into puppeteers and whispering dance moves upon the bends of my eyelash bows. i wake into the freedom of giggles against expectations... one begins the other and winning is indicated by inhale-exhale symbiosis.

one day i wore a hat that could have been mistaken for golden underwear. my third eye was the maestro, picking piano strings with pickles, and making every step an 'x-marks-the-spot'. this day, a subtle boom said yes to the echos of God. Explosions of heart. like a fart, only more particular in expression, more surprising, more... extreme in release.

What to do when i fall in love with the sun and the moon??? kisses on the doorstep of heaven, i offer my unconditional eternity to the calming effervescence of LOVE sewing hearts and everything we senti-magnetically attract into cutting cake and eating it too!... here i am... i am.

lightning quickness

do you get what we're talkin' about when we say, "light speed ahead!"?

does every cell in your body have the tactile understanding of vibrating fast enough to transcend the perception of time. it feels like a slowing down. then a speeding up. then the polarities of contrast between fast and slow are left for the blueprints of this tangible reality.

i'm back already!

tale of tail of dragon

are you an arrow or a sacred six pointed star? do you change with the seasons of the sun, or the emotions of this one? you obviously molt. when do adaptogens transcend into manifestation? who pays attention to these subtle shifts? come play with me please.

none of this follows logic, and it all creates the soapbox of universal expression through a point of freedom. flying here feels... levity behind my ears. when the doors open to the castle in your heart cave, who is here to greet you? when the tail acquires a mouth to speak, what does hind sight say? and when was the last time you smelt with both nostrils... thanks Be.

i summon: sun charge forth, the fifth breath is upon us. the senses are exempt from making sense; i release my judgments of explicit continuity in favor of living in the question.

Who is driving.