Sacred Meme

Remember This is sacredness.

Forget the magic mirror of this world

Pierce with your Divine Sight through the ancient images Etched in the deepest caverns of the mountains of our collective mind

Life stories grander than a movie Passed down expirientially Yet twisted in telephone tag

Narrated by the arrogance of insecurity who is so sure it knows how high and other it is

From the Nature's magnificence

That they see only the darkest shadows on the land behind them, Uncomfortable faces around them, And lines of division beneath their feet

...Where there is only one Earth...


Amidst all the hollabaloo Of this side vs. that miscommunications

You are She who’s favorite thing Is to get to meet herself more deeply

Through intimacy With all multi-dimensional aspects Of the one Creator That You Are.

To serve You must learn to allow yourself To take joy in the value inherent In the undercurrent of your being

And devote to seeing through the ever-refining master-piece of your expression That was always secretly meant to unfold In simple, human beauty

The most fabulous thing on Earth even through what you judged for being "ugly" or a “mistake”.


To undergo the death of the self critic Is to truly inner-stand How God loves

Only something that infinite Could clearly reflect The multi-dimensionality

And simplest presence Translating the stil, small place of purity within us all

Through your uniquely Wholesome Blazing Expression.

Rise before your very own beauty which no instagram filter could capture the rippeling, raw radiance of.

To think otherwise And choose to complain is just ignorance

A brain box to soften into spaciousness.

Keep the focal Clear By declaring the beauty that is here.

This is

Turn on And turn up The brightness and saturation of self-validation

Tune in To the light projecting some dramatic and fear-inspiring televised program that is really just old news

onto the screen of endless new beginnings

Being is the bridge Between this world And that...

So enjoy this movie knowing that you are not just a character in the background following a script,

or a Hero on a high horse being chased by their need to perform And outdo their own shadow...

But You Are The Sacred Meme Itself.

That infamous glitch in the matrix That you just gotta expirience for yourself In order to see Reflected in the world around

Looking into your own eyes For one refreshing moment Of truly practicing Self Love

And making a team of the mind and heart Finding lovers Within spirit and the body

And discovering divinity In the intimacy of just being here


without an agenda to judge or sell you anything or project violent

But rather

Just fuckin adore you So innocently And silently

Taking in From perfect distance

The full spectrum view of this art project that you are.

this ol' wabi sabi kind of ordeal Of making magic out of a fucking mess

This little trickster spirit Hiding like a pebble the boot of the Universe Like a pea beneath many mattresses

And asks consensually in the most curiously humorous yet earnest way

with the offering of a hand or a hug or a question

To Awaken

the sun in the heart of grandchild Asking the shoulder of his fore-bearers deepest tensions His head rests alertly upon

An innocent inquiry of ultimate proportions...

This oldest question of "What's it like to be you?"

as the spirit of the wisest elder pokes through the flaming hands of pure zero point excitement

saying "wouldn't it be fun to remember?"

Time Traveler Soul precious brush stroke

Infinite Faces merging into only one way to go Expanding

As more Love Brilliance And the most casual receptivity of the most Gracious Surprise

There you are

In those moments of direct expirience meeting the fresh canvas of this new moment

and coloring the pathway Between dark And light

How is the Art of Living desiring to uniquely blossom through you?

It's tricky - yeah, I know.

The kinks and the walls That we thought divided us

and the cosmic slaps in the face to show us that all this is shared

And that karma is only what we choose to make of it

Until we learn To just let it be

That humbling

demanding nothing from us besides that we get over all we've reached for

And dig down into the Earth into this underground network of roots arms stretched To be Kissed by angels

And pinched by percieved demons that seem to ask you to shut yourself down

But in their hearts are really translating as best they can

the inspiration of their own inner child wanting to see

What you are creating using the compost shit this world has happened to offered us to work with

So awkwardly Yet undeniable Magnificent for so many reason

to noble to name

Though I do wonder What it would be like for you to share Foreal

What's alive For now

What was magical Back than

And what is life calling you forth into To find more of you within now?

Forget the world Of high school students who were suddenly asked to pretend to know

What it means to grow up

And come down into a squat to bounce with a child And really listen...

Letting them inspire One of those bursting "Yay"