Step Back, Dear One.
Strip yourself bare.
Leaving only you.
The material of mind.
Historic reels to cycle through.
Cloaked in the fabric of your stories.
Within the fibers
Contains the threads.
To follow back, to a soul. Undead.
Step back dear one.
Take time with the raw.
To listen closely.
Your truth calls.
Breathe into this space
Of your own pure force.
Finding here, your own guide.
To correct you life’s course.
Walk slowly, my dear.
Too fast, you won’t notice
The sprouting growth
Of one seeds emergence.
The seeds we plant.
Will grow.
Sewing only the ones
Fitting our individual flow.
Step back from it all.
Artificial, Masked, Overly Curated.
A form, un-indoctrinated.
We are nature.
Living in cycles.
Evolving here and now.
Take heed. Take Action.
Onward and inward we go.
.by Rae.
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Rae, thank you for the poem. Yet another beautiful synchronicity on my own path. Thank you for showing up and sharing your magic with us. Sending you so much love! ❤️❤️❤️
Beautiful ❤️