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Causality of Me

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 times passed and nothings changed

she still the same girl I once knew

except she’s just, another casualty of you

but I watch her toes in sand and her heart in her hand still open to give it away

I stand corrected that same girl u see did go forth and she changed

she could love more, do more, see more, and be more

authentic I think

free of judgment, mindfully peaked- an unconditional sort of peace

She walks with pride and a certain sexy in her stride

and without regret she plucks the only flower on the beach

for she knows the audacious hope of all rooted things

and that is the life she lives and that is the life she breaths

maybe she’s actually just a casualty of me.

LOVE

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Ive confused love with
hurt, fear, anger, sex , and

even words of integrity
I’ve lost the ability to feel

anything, anymore
So when people say

all there is, is love

I think to myself

damn girl you are so fucked

Feed Me Soup

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an ex lover sent me this story about a kabbalist called “Feed Me Soup” (which is below this post) years ago with 5 of her own words “I want to feed you”

Being in the “nah, I gotta feed myself mode” lead to a break up … I just had a profound ah-ha moment, I’m doing it again in all facets of my life, the selfish over-independent thought process damn near starving myself and those around me to death emotionally/mentally — as of this moment I’m taking steps toward heaven — ok universe it’s ok to feed me now 💜😊 posting to remind myself and to remind others God didn’t put us here to go thru good bad and ugly stuff alone Feed others And allow others to feed you…. Love thyself as you love they neighbor and vice versa!  And I’m courageously going to blog about my journey.  This is my story.  Prepare to be entertained and sometimes enlightened 🙂

Feed Me Soup

There is a story about a kabbalist who wanted to see Heaven and Hell while he was still alive. He was at the spiritual level where he could make such a request, so an angel let him experience it in a dream.

He entered a room full of people who had long spoons tied to their hands. In the center of the room was a giant pot of soup. Everyone was trying to feed themselves, but the spoons were too long and they were unable to reach their mouths. “This is hell.” The angel said

Next he witnessed the same scenario, only here everyone was feeding their neighbor. The angel said, “This is heaven.”

Heaven is thinking about others and getting our needs met. Hell is thinking only of ourselves, and finding it only leads to starvation.