Me vita sion

I have been asking to wake up. To be conscious of my thoughts, my words, my intentions, and now I am here.

I am not awake. I am not asleep, I am.

I am love. Yet, knowing this fully, and feeling my fingertips tingling, while wishing I was something else, someone else, I errase

My progress.

I have been asking to wake up, to be conscious of my thoughts, my words, my intentions, and now I am here.

I am not awake. I am not asleep, I am.

I am love. Yet, I let these thoughts and emotions convince me that I am composed by them, while I know I am not.

So who is it that knows?

I am.

I am love.

I am here. I am not my thoughts. I am not my feelings, those things are not mine, they are passing through my mind.

I am.

I am love.

When I forget this, I am not forgotten by the higher force. The light source.

I must remember to forget that I do not wish to awake.

I must remember through this feeling of light, that darkness might live in my bones,

but balance does not come from thought.

And so I must remember nothing.

I have been asking, and I have not been doing.

So now I sit, and that is it.

I am.

SKYLER MOON DREAM