Write me a line I could never forget Send me the heart of your mind Open the ribcage of time Unlock the why of you and I
Take me back to our before Gift me a word layered like a rose Look for me in every petal and thorn Watch us wither or watch us soar
I wrote a line you could never forget Spread my dreams without you, not one regret You sent me the heart of your mind I was most alive with a love so blind I opened the ribcage of time Found a heaven in every hemisphere I unlocked the why of you and I Saw my fears burn in our atmosphere I took myself to our before Lost and found the core I discovered a word layered like a rose Moments just become written prose Looking in every petal and thorn I watched us wither, I watched us soar
Thank you, Ben for bringing me back to the magic of writing, for another opportunity to explore our flow together and for the gift of getting to say hello again to this beautiful community.
There’s a lot I could say as to where I’ve been, or what I’ve been up to or who I am now as it really has been so long. Funny enough, especially for a writer, I’ll keep it short and simple.
If I simply read my lines, I wouldn’t have experienced the beautiful complexity and intricate layers of growth that were nestled in between my lines.
scrolling scrolling waiting for a taste of something real figuring out a way to maybe feel scrolling scrolling a way out sounds better than a way in navigating a world forgetting to grin scrolling scrolling what do we look for in a screen if actual reality makes us green scrolling scrolling scavenging for a connection praying for someone’s direction trusting trusting that a world built on numbing distraction has something real tucked in satisfaction trusting trusting dopamine runs deeper than the surface natural force has a way of being perfect trusting trusting I built this specific me for a reason and she’ll blossom with every season
Staring at the world in front, eyes wide and senses alive – yet there is nothing to see. The mind floats around from one idea to the next, one memory to one dream and one moment of hurricane to one moment of nothingness. There’s a peace in the wandering mind, a sense of home in the fluttering of familiar rabbit holes. In that comforting moment of internal adventure, everything outside evaporates into a new imagination.
She’s staring ahead, eyes on me, yet the heart seems to be on a different adventure. There’s something so alive in her gaze yet so dead in her attention to the outside. If there was a bubble around each of us, hers would be so intently fixated on every little detail of the present yet so mysterious in its grasp of reality. Her eyes may be focused on one thing, but her truest eye is flowing in another. I guess that’s where the lines of vision and sight get blurred.
Author’s Note – Inspired by the gym :-). I’m a total gym-rat and in-between sets the other day I was staring ahead but totally not fixated on what I was staring at, just in my own world. So, this piece is an elaboration of that. The first verse being my point of view and the second being the point of view of…whatever my eyes seemed to be set on :-).
It’s all there is, all there ever was and all that will truly be. It has no end or beginning, no right or wrong way. There’s a certain flow you can feel, one that has no words or labels, but one that swims freely in the oceans of our now.
There’s a star I look at every night. And I think about all the people I’ve ever loved and wonder if they look too. I wonder if it’s the love in the star I’m seeing or the love of my journey I’m feeling. There’s that cheesy line that comes to mind that we’re all made of stardust, but more vulernably, we’re all made of what we trust.
I used to wonder if she would come out, the woman I looked up to inside of me. The firewood was always there, but it was about lighting the match. I forced it a few times, I pictured it many times – but it only took one time to choose to be her in every day. And the funny part is, she never knew when the timing would be right, but I did.
If there’s anything real in this world, it’s what keeps us breathing. Everything around us could be fabricated by our perception or some force bigger, but what’s within will always be real somewhere. There’s no clear answer; that’s ours to create. But the question will always be clear because something inside already wrote it.
I take my first step. The rustle of the rocks, the softness of the dirt, the warm embrace of the greenery, the crisp and comforting sound of my shoes touching the ground and the breath of life truly wraps its arms around me. I’ve seen it before, but as I begin this new trek, it’s like a new experience. I guess you could say life is like that sometimes.
My eyes always look up first, but this time, I look down. I watch my footprints make a mark in the red dirt, I watch the bushes and trees as they speak through their being-ness, I feel the rocks shift as my steps become their beacon of change and I realize I am a piece of them just as they are a piece of me.
All is silent on this little adventure. My thoughts and my steps are all I can hear, and it is oh so soothing. The voices in my head are swaying to the rhythm of my stride and I find myself looking down at the path ahead. Both rocks and dirt lie ahead, and as I subconsciously decide where to step, I find the balance of both is best. Just as the pillowy dirt is comforting, the rough rocks are very much alive with meaning — it’s a neat analogy that reminds me of my soul within.
Now, I look up and the voices in my head become deeply still. As the mountains see me, I feel them. There is something so breathtaking about this moment, words float away and silence flows in. So much can be said in the unspoken, and in this moment, conversation has never felt more natural.
The crunch of my feet evaporates in the beauty of what my two circles see. Red was never my favorite color, but this red is my favorite vision. The textures, the green growing through it, the vastness and the presence of it all takes one to a different dimension. Thoughts seem so foreign, because breath is all that truly exists here.
The wallpaper of a sky lets my mind get lost in this waking dream. To my eyes and to my body, it all seems so real. But to the me within, it all feels so much bigger. Maybe “real” is just what I imagine it to be.
I guess the best part of this trek is the freedom through it all. Sure, man carved out this hike to be walkable, but, the hue of Creation birthed this magical life we call nature. I can feel freedom flowing and dancing in every scene. As I ponder about this freedom, I realize the uniqueness of every plant, rock, patch of dirt, and mountain is what makes it is so magical. I think hue-mans are a lot like that.
I stop to soak in the harmony before I turn back around. I’ve always had this image in my brain of holding my own book in Sedona, and in this moment, I know now is the time to make that image a reality. I let the pages of my words breathe in the melody of peace that surrounds. And as I do this, I hear a tree speaking back to me. So, I let my book rest in its gentle arms. And all feels so truly complete.
Well, if you haven’t guessed it, I am back in Sedona! It’s already been such a magical trip, I hope my words do it justice! Just wanted to share a piece of it with you and take you into a little vortex of the beauty Sedona brings. Thank you so much for reading! For a fun bonus, I compiled the images into a quick video too! I think these images deserved to be experienced in the stillness of the soul and in the beat of music’s imagination! Be fearless and free -Ace
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now! To purchase, click here more info!
If you see my face I’d smile in the space Would you see the real me? Either way, I’ll be free If you deal with my phase I’d fall in your gaze Would you then be afraid? I’m more than reflection’s shade If you read my phrase I’d still be traveling my maze Would you frame what I feel? I am me, always real If you stitch with colorful threads Wound tight, my love still spreads Would the patterns be revealed? I’ll be courageous, take down my shield If you look in darker clouds I stand apart from the crowds Would you shine the pure energy? I am my own galactic synergy If you sea me dead I still exist, never fled Would I fly in the sky consciously? I’d be at home, honestly If you smell the essence I’d absorb love’s fluorescence Would you inhale the serenity? I’d exhale fear’s identity If you sense with grace I dream the rest of this chase Would you be divine synchronicity? I am infinity’s electricity
Thank you so much to my dear friend, Navin, for doing this collaboration with me! Such a blessing to combine flows on this one! Be fearless and free and soak in all the lessons your flow is teaching you!
My debut book, The Waking Dream, is out now!! To purchase, click here for more info!
Vision goes blurry, my reality becomes blank. All I can do is hear and feel, and I smile at that comfort because, sometimes, all the labels are overwhelming.
The chirping birds come first, but, they quickly fade. As I go through my day’s events, Mom’s voice starts speaking to me showing me all the little lessons. Her voice evolves into the Universe’s, me. This chill and tingling feeling comes over my still being as I find comfort in the voice that’s speaking to me. I know it’s my higher self, but, the more I listen, the more I let go of labels.
“Remember, this life is but a blink. A seemingly big event to you, is a speck to the infinite Universe you really are inside.”
As my conversation ends for now, music’s soft hum and clear words come through. Music is like my invisible blanket – always comforting my soul, warming my heart, soothing my mind and taking away anything cold. I find peace in lyrics and vibrations in tunes; and when they magically come together, harmony is achieved. Music triggers my memories and now they’re dancing together. Lyrics take the stage, then an associated memory joins, the lights start flashing and I instinctually know the lights are the tunes. Then it becomes the ultimate paradox – my mind’s eye and my ear’s feelings.
As the music evaporates into my being, everything begins to fade into the astral world. But, I’m still awake enough in this reality to soak in the coziness of my warm bed, the tenderness of the pillow holding my head and the cool breeze of the fan above. Then, my mind picks something else to bring me back. People start visiting; he shows up, then her and then my imagination chooses to wander around and turn them into my perfection. All my thoughts suddenly want a turn, so, I breathe deeply and access that soothing universal voice from before.
“This is all an illusion. I choose my dreams, I choose the beyond. The divinity within this speck of a moment is my creation. Mind, thank you for your memories and lessons. Ears, thank you for the adventures. Through love, through stillness and through my stardust – I ascend, I always choose.”
With that, I drift off to my other home. And when I awake, I’ll repeat the same process to enter this world, this home. It’s the eternal seesaw of the Universe and this portal is becoming familiar.
There was a sun planted in a wallpaper of a sky. The sun was an infinite being and very much alive. It shined an enchanting glow to all, but only the few who had tapped into their own light could truly see.
One day, a cloud covered the sun’s soul. The sky went dark and murky, and all of the sudden the world seemed so lost. The sun smiled through its rays, as the cloud shifted a little.
With one ray peeking through the cloud’s dome, the sun felt so peacefully still. Its light was being shadowed, but its heart was beaming. The sun had remembered it was a star.
The cloud tried to expand, it tried to drift to cover the sparkling rays; but, it was still losing this invisible battle. The cloud couldn’t get to the sun – no matter how hard it tried, the sun just smiled and sat deeper in joy’s depths.
The sun gently, preciously and lovingly whispered to the cloud, “I forgive you.”
The cloud lost all control, it was flustered by the sun’s genuine love. And in an instant, the cloud disappeared. The world was aglow once again, as the sun basked in freedom. All had changed with just a few simple words.
In my eyes, skies are still warm In my heart, breaths are still surviving I search for meaning of all existence, as I draw lines in my mind. So many doors of emptiness surround me as time scatters, but even the eye has an exit. I fall asleep on my pillow of pain and hope to awake on a wing and a prayer. A fullness then gathers inside me, and I now feel anything but ordinary. I watch love nestle in every crevice of my being, I watch the stars pour their light into my veins. That something extraordinary is without form, boundless and forceful. A gentle whisper A ferocious cry, all at once. The sun sets behind the ocean of my dream, and rises over the sky of my vision. The wind blows through every thought in my collection. The trees and the flowers cradle my heart, while the mountains nudge me to grow. I’m in this infinite flow, or maybe I am this infinite flow. And I now feel anything but ordinary.
It was so magical to work with the amazing Diana on this piece! She’s always inspired me and I feel very lucky to call her a dear friend! Diana’s lovely instagram reels also inspired this video!
I hope this piece reminds you that you are anything but ordinary!!
Fearless Free Soul 