zinaya gaia

as i calmly sit in the storm, i listen to the rain and wind collide.
it's like music on my windows performed by the sky.
sending sacred songs straight to the senses.
my body feels the subtle static shocks of electric.
thunder hits me like the bass is a never ending rumble.
the undergound melody that underestimated this humble
way of living.
so forgiving yet,
the clap back is clearing the air.
another lightning bolt appears everywhere.
its got me still as if the intense intent grasps my attention.
it speaks in meditations of moments flashing ascension.
i send it back and all the lights turned on.
in the backseat of a car at a gas station.
that's perfect timing as my thoughts co-create with life.
we water down the sugar coated seeds sleepin inside.
grew up romantic, making flowers that stem from my mind.
now i know our relationship is real from this natural chemical.
the mental state that I'm in is a balanced symmetrical
shape shifting in spiritual form.
too powerful on either side of this storm.
i stopped writing and decided to lay down.
everything paused and there was no sound.
so quiet as i shut my eyes to fall asleep.
the earth gently stopped the storm just so i could dream.
this is how i breathe with gaia in unison.
like unicorns we are one in the hidden dungeon.
escaping together out of the forbidden flames.
rose up from a fairytale of ashes today.
the old me constantly shedding where i lay.
an egg tells a story every cycle we break.
split from my spirit like a crack in broken hearts.
only way i mend the ache is through the middle part.
traveled in all the planes of existence it's beautiful.
so when we chose this land, it was meant to be suitable.

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