Elements of Will

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My purpose is to support my Earthly journey, as I support your own. Be well, my friend. *I do not use AI as a tool for my writings. I’m organically grown.

  • Compulsions

    Compulsions are a bother, like paperwork I don’t understand.

    I have fear that I would like to address. The fear of losing a loved one. There is no immediate threat concerning this fear, at all.

    I have noticed that my great fears are rooted from all which I cannot control.

    The junk drawer is full of junk. I want to organize the junk drawer, right now. There is a crumb on the carpet, but I already have my shoes on. I want to crawl across the living room floor. I want to pick up that crumb. The laundry bag is filled with dirty clothes. I want to wash all of the clothes, right now. I want to dry the clothes, right now. I want to fold the clothes, right now. I want to put the clothes away where they belong, right now.

    I spot a smudge on the window.

    Did I turn the stove off? Did I lock the door? Do I have fresh drinking water inside of the fridge?

    I battle against my compulsions.

    I must leave my apartment. I must go to work, right now.

    Life resumes its charge, as my thoughts refuse to turn down the volume.

    The sky screams freedom, as the birds glide with ease. The leaves dance with stillness, with no mind at all. The feral cats stalk the birds, as congruent to their nature. The squirrels run up the trees to play.

    My own mind confines me. I want to feel free from my own mind. My mind that thinks constantly. My mind that cast shadows of doubt. My mind that becomes confused. My mind which complicates all that is simple.

    I don’t want to drown in the shallow waters of no thought. I don’t want to drown in the deep waters of too many thoughts. There must be a way that I may

    float

    with the storm

    in the sea.

  • What’s Up

    by Chase Eagleson/songs with Sierra

    (Listen to What’s Up by Chase Eagleson/songs with Sierra for enhanced living pleasure.)

    tranquility longs to perceive me

    woke with a gentle ease

    a breath saunters

    through me

    as I continue to exist

    resistance attracts

    from alignment

    delicate to life

    I be

    young

    a foreign language

    not yet gathered

    before

    life seizes the breath

    borrowed

    I escape with

    each exhale

    examining all which matters

    as the image

    expands the frame

  • Berlin

    by RXY

    (Listen to Berlin by RXY for enhanced living pleasure)

    I feel fatigued from this version of self. The clothes I have worn have outgrown me.

    I desire to unbind this version of self. It’s possible that I need no clothes at all.

    I may find warmth underneath the sunshine or sit by a made fire. I may find coolness near a calm, clear river or underneath the shade of a humble tree. I may walk on smoothed ground, that I have paved with a vision.

    There is a room with a locked entrance. The key is in plain sight. Why may I not see what is in plain sight? The empty room desires to be decorated with experience. The experience would like to open the drapes. The lessons would like to open the window.

    Conscious existence desires to extend to full capacity.

    Love desires to breathe life.

    Failure desires a table setting.

    Suffering does not understand the relief of letting go.

    The room exists. The key exists.

    Show me to the door.

    I found the key.

  • Winter Ghosts

    by Jesse Merchant

    (Listen to Winter Ghosts by Jesse Merchant for enhanced living pleasure.)

    your tears articulate

    radiance

    simultaneously with

    sorrow

    as Heaven weeps their rainbows

    we have

    Revived

    unnumbered days

    impossibility

    to be here

    with noticeable

    entry

    i am here

    like a window

    open

    as the

    skies

    soundness dynamic

    behold

    I am the master

    examining encounters

    which I

    pledge to grasp

    the stride of this

    heart’s longing

    distended from

    all that’s

    infinite

    recognition of

    autonomy

    yet…

    Love commands

    the trail

    to the stars

  • Faith’s Hymn

    by Beautiful Chorus

    (Listen to Faith’s Hymn by Beautiful Chorus to enhance your living pleasure.)

    Photo captured by Will in Ashland, Oregon

    I vanish from the darkness of this hotel room to pursue an outward revival of light.

    I have been dwelling in Ashland Oregon for 12 hours. My physical acknowledgement of Ashland, Oregon has been held to a humble abode at the Comfort Inn, consumption of the fair french fries from Dairy Queen and a vicious viewing of “When Sharks Attack”, made possible by the National Geographic channel.

    The sunrise smolders beneath a fiery fuchsia sky, as a fire nearby witnesses its death. From the flames, I’ve been born.

    I am destined for Northern California, where I once dwelled for several cycles of the moon. My footprints have risen like dust from Northern California, yet the family tree resumes its bloom.

    I envision holding family members with a gentle, yet poised embrace. I envision my taste buds pairing with the Tango, as I celebrate my sister’s flavorful cuisine. I envision encountering colors of wonder as my brother paints with his unique brush of life’s philosophies. I envision my Father’s image contort, as he melts within the solace of his aging children. I envision a breath of peace, as I express the words “I love you” beside the grave of my courageous kin.

    A Residence of Truth is alive within this Tribe.

    Transformative, vibrant design decorates the Truth.

    With intention, I oversee my contemplations, as I align with my deeds.

    I have driven the path toward Northern California, yet the journey tends to be one I have never traveled before. Elevation is vivid, displaying maturing trees stretching with the broadening sky. Rivers embrace the road with deferential boundaries.

    I am a vehicle, grounded with acceleration. I have  withdrawn from the roadway to repose.

    And the Beautiful Chorus resumes their Hymn.

  • Calm. Chi

    By Keita Juma

    (Listen to Calm. Chi by Keita Juma for enhanced living pleasure.)

    With a refusal to be subdued, I will not give time to entrapment.

    To meditate is a choice at will.  If I am unwilling to be still, then I am unwilling to acknowledge a moment.

    The possibility to calm myself is available to me at all times.

    There is something I may touch. There is something I may see. There is something I may hear. There are tangible realities within this existence. To ground myself is possible.

    Yes, I experience intense anxiety. Yet, intense anxiety experiences me.

    I am not a “Let’s do this!” type of human being. I am a “Let’s do” type of human being. My reach is to become a “Let’s be” type of human being.

    I am unable to swim in the shallows of my breath. I drown in the depth of my breath. I am able to float in the balance of my breath.

    Photo felt by Nix

    Time. Choice. Touch. See. Hear. Tangible. Ground. Experience. Human Being. Breath. Balance.

    I have the Choice with how to utilize my Time as a Human Being. I may Touch the sun rays. I may See without my eyes. I may Hear the thoughts of a sound mind. All is Tangible when I choose to Ground myself. I Am of Breath. Balance lives within my realm.

  • The Heart Part 5

    by Kendrick Lamar

    (Listen to The Heart Part 5 by Kendrick Lamar to enhance your reading pleasure.)

    Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

    a force

    a capacity

    a position

    rendering character

    renewal

    direct as breath

    source

    cycle

    shattered

    harrowing through venom

    purify

    preceding death

    recount the tale

    with resolution

    emergence pure

    demise pure

    revolving alternatives

    confronted…

    volition

    unbound

    Be well

  • Hollow Victories

    by J. Evan White

    (Listen to Hollow Victories by J. Evan White for enhanced reading pleasure.)

    (photo captured by the Lovely Liz) https://elizabethromano.com/sonetura.html

    on the other side

    I am

    howling liberation

    suffused with elation

    retained collectedness

    prospects countless

    wit in a

    verse

    drawing breath

    love brimming

    love conquers

    beyond space

    my wish to

    congregate

    to a single

    place

    I love you

    prior to time

    I love you

    following time

    sublime confidence

    unburdened

    in a breeze

    is Love

    is Love

    is Love

    Be well…

  • Lazarus

    by David Bowie

    (Listen to Lazarus by David Bowie for enhanced reading pleasure.)

    Photo captured with the eyes of Ron.

    breath binding

    instruments

    pacify perception

    potent passion

    instigated through voice

    emotions empathize

    we

    saunter toward

    the edge

    recollection aches

    as I survive

    abounded

    by dust

    I inscribe

    blaze within

    a star

    worry

    obsolete

    departure is

    Freedom

    grounding gravity

    a practice

    for relentless

    release

    I presently approach

    Be well

  • Something in the Way

    by Nirvana

    (Listen to Something in the Way by Nirvana for enhanced listening pleasure.)

    Photo captured by the Lovely Liz https://elizabethromano.com/index.html

    uprise

    a near distance

    indestructible

    not a human possession

    pliable

    are the strong

    accumulated

    no thieves

    may steal

    my vision

    perseverance

    in the honor

    of Humility

    power presides with

    persistence

    Truth

    reveled in

    Time

    indestructible

    not a human possession

    uprise

    –Be well-