I have finally come to the realisation that nothing is truer than our own manifestation. I mean society sucks, everything is backwards and I am awake in a world alone full of ignorant minds, toxic belief systems and sleeping souls. My mind is a bed of soil for me to plant my seeds, I need to keep my soil healthy. I have to water my seeds with actions and in the warmth of presence day by day, I appreciate watching my plants grow. I am fluid, I am objective and I make noise waking the sleeping souls around me as my garden comes to life. Lead by example.
Beauty is everywhere and the ability to observe the very sight or presence of it is our natural birthright. It is how we appreciate beautiful things and what type of thought pattern we are associating with it that determines beauty in its essence a façade. Highly desirable for what it seems, albeit lacking substance. Enforcing beauty only on a surface level; rather something genuine, representing fullness and abundance, teaching us to see the beauty within the depths of ourselves.