You have a choice. Every moment of every day you have a choice. 

Whether it’s the moment you wake up, 1:37pm in the afternoon or 8:18pm at night – you have a choice on how to carry forward. At any time You Say you can start over, turn the page, close the door, open it, paint it an entirely different color. 
Go to the busiest street corner you can find and stop moving. Listen to your breath. Notice the Universe that resides Inside of you, the contrast of your stillness to the whirling of wits around. Find the next street corner and go inside yourself – get outside of yourself – Forgive yourself for eating too many pieces of cake or not showing up on time or saying that one last thing you wish you hadn’t said. Say I love you. Say I love you and I love you and I love you to every energy passing by you and through you and that is you. No exceptions. No conditions. I love you. 

 

See what happens when you decide to stop fighting the unfolding of your flowers womb, 

your petals never meant to be anything but 

Open

Receiving 

Open

Receiving 

Open 

Receiving

Free. 
You were never meant to be anything other than Open and Receiving and Free. 

Go scream in your car or laugh louder than usual on the train

everything outside of this moment is done. 

Let it be. 

Release it. 

Let it be. 

Who you are to the person you just met is Who You Are. The baggage you think you have does not define you – the scars from days behind no longer twine you to the definitions and dials of Who 

You

Are 

Now – 

So be it. 
There is nothing more to reveal other than your truest, deepest presence to The Moment. That is enough. That will always be enough. Let it lead you to the next moment, and the next moment, and the next moment. You will always be provided for. Let your petals unfold, stop fighting, let your petals unfold, stop writing about things that no longer make your soul sing find the reason to stand taller and use that as a stepping ladder to keep going Higher the ceiling cap is off there’s no boundaries up Here in Heaven 

go ‘head re-write the rules – they were never meant to be followed anyways, swallow them like placebo pills drawing lines in every shifting sand dune tracing over mountain tops and open hills – hike to the top and let the wind find you standing still-life motion witnessing your grace. 

Stand and let your flowers unfurl. Uncurl the old notes you were never meant to send, finger tips un-clenching the page, make wage with the withering – there is nothing left to unveil

There are no boundaries up Here in Heaven. 

  
Phnom Penh, Cambodia