Meditation. Inhale. Journeying towards the inner light. Traveling. Somewhere between swimming and flying. Searching with an innate knowingness. The destiny is real. Magnetically charging the forward thrust. Life depends on it. Purpose navigates the path that hindsight refers to as fate. There is no other answer. No addictive obsession that can muffle the call of one’s inner Shrine. No indoctrination, no program, no oppression can mute the sacred navel alignment. But we must survive. And survival is an instinct. And existence will exist whether we understand it or not, just as nature will evolve whether we welcome it or not. We choose what to forget just as we select what to remember. Exhale. Stretch.
The Floacist
(Source: terrasmiles, via watersofoshun)
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