You remind me of things on the tip of my memory.
Glimpses of colours that have never been given a name.
I don’t believe (today anyway) that my spirit grows with me. Rather I believe that my spirit manifest itself through the whole timeless growth that I have undergone. This whole beingnesss has been a manifestation of my spirit.
If I look at time as a convenient fiction, a conceptual framework by which I make sense of my existence then I perceive magick. For if I am a complete being manifest from beginning to end, then I can definitely un-tense..
I choose happiness I choose joy
If time doesn’t exist, then loss doesn’t either…Every relationship we’ve ever had…every cherished memory continues…and may be revisited..
Thank you universe. I’ve been having a lovely time.
I love..