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Sleeping At Last, Mind
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in our grey matter, all grey matters. an embarrassment of riches in our heads, we gravitate to black or white instead.
Sleeping At Last, Mind
it overwhelms the nervous system, this fearful constant state of comparison.
Sleeping At Last, Mind
first, the ground rules get established: memory is historically inaccurate.
Sleeping At Last, Mind
no, i don’t have a script for this. but i know the right words exist somewhere, and i just need more time.
Sleeping At Last, Body
patterns form and feel important, it’s the first brush stroke of a self-portrait.
Sleeping At Last, Mind
God, it’s easy to forget there’s magic in all of this.
Sleeping At Last, Body
all this information in formation is key to draw a distinction between waking life and our dreams.
Sleeping At Last, Mind
all i can say is this, from now on i’ll try to listen to intuition.
Sleeping At Last, Body
like the world makes sense from a window seat, you are beautiful like i've never seen.
Sleeping At Last, Heart
there’s magic in our bones, a north star in our soul that remembers our way home.
Sleeping At Last, Body
but repetition, repetition sings ’til finally the melody is sacred, rooted, unchanged.
Sleeping At Last, Mind
a feather is a ton of bricks, or maybe i’m too sensitive...
Sleeping At Last, Body
i am short of breath standing next to you.
Sleeping At Last, Heart
what if we could risk everything we have, and just let our walls cave in?
Sleeping At Last, Heart
so pardon the dust while this all settles in. with a broken heart, transformation begins.
Sorrow, Sleeping At Last
for in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.
Sorrow, Sleeping At Last
it's mind over matter - matter over mind.
Sorrow, Sleeping At Last