THE SAN RAPHAEL SERIES

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Give Yourself Justice

When your soul has had enough, raise up your sword and hold out your scale. Regulate your nervous system. Even the weight of a feather of a difference could break the equilibrium. Confront your reality, all is fair and square. Beyond the marks of moral sensitivity is also space for the clearest judgments. Governed by the universe’s eternal laws, a divine so benevolent, become the karmic peacekeeper, and watch how gravity works with you.

Chariot Desire

This is about what you are running towards, not from. You are moving forward with speed with the urgest most pure heart full of crystal spirals. Pull up ever so swiftly. Set wheels to these heels like lighting’s charm. Make haste and don’t fight against the detours. Boldness, be my friend. I go, I go, I go, see how I go. For I cannot get off this ride. My soul is the fast blowing wind in the sky and everyone knows that the journey is the reward. Not the destination.

The Elysian Fields

Time’s first name is deja and the streets are made of spaghetti. Make use of what you have learned here in the land of anything that is possible. Every day you’ll hear the trumpets. We are here but are we failing this test? Give yourself time to sort out your authenticity. Narcissism is the monster in the canyons, not the lost boys. Serving the paradise and the shadow, don’t risk being half a person. You’ll make new friends in the line waiting to get in. This is your underworld and you are queen. If you look hard enough you will find Joe Black. Careful for his vortexes, they will fuel you.

Queen Concha

Looking for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to step in the water. A product of my exuberant imagination. The bay leaf crown teaches that forgiveness is freedom. Reach out your arms and let go. Shells shot out of my sink the day you footed for attention. The cup is full of pennies and seeds, set in spirals of seven. Praise this sensitivity and criticize this reserve. Get down to the sound of this silence. Be quiet enough to listen. Let me sit on my magic carpet to see the sunrise. I will not close my eyes.

Tree of Life

We were made to feel alive, not uneasy. All of the roots that are below, all that is above, all that is within. The patterns made an impression and shifted the whole wide world at the bottom of the bathtub. It was a miracle that nothing was the same. Take your time walking through the mirror. What no longer serves you has gone down the drain. In the sunlight, in the moonlight, or when the time is right — was the stress response a reaction to the supersymmetry? There you are, just sitting there, loyal to the tree — that is me.

False Awakening

Not sure why I acted out the drama of it all. There wasn’t anything to lose. You grabbed my hand and asked me, “why are you doing this? why now?” You and I both knew I was going to lose you eventually. You can find me on the train headed towards the desert far far away in the continuum. The decision was chosen for me. I knew I was leaving one dream and entering another. Where is the bridge that will allow you to come forward? The door opened. I walked away and you walked across the world. All that you brought back was a sushi menu.