no panties.
just an old t-shirt.
she crosses the room,
ass fighting the tee.
i grow, admiring the contest.
a smirk plays across her lips.
you can't ask permission to be the person you want to be. you really just have to go be that person. the people that are meant to be in your life will naturally gravitate to you
open your metaphysical eyes and see, all around, tiny specks of golden shimmering light. they are infinite in number, magical particles of creative energy, waiting to be given life in physical form. reach out, gather them into a glowing mass. speak to them, sculpt them. now act on them, draw them from the metaphysical to the physical and share them with the world. they are the embodiment of your unique creative expression in life, creative potential given physical form. this is the human task and delight
growing up, i had many dreams and imaginations for my life. as i have come to understand myself more deeply, i have begun to let go of many of these dreams and imaginations. they no longer fit who i am and the life i desire to pursue. and yet, there is a sense of loss and sadness. they tug at my heart a bit as i watch them disappear in the rear view mirror. my gaze returns to the road ahead. the sun is climbing up over the horizon, and a beautiful life experience is unfolding. pedal down. onward!