11–28–23

Koy Mangan

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Nov 29, 2023

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I step into my space. It smells of sage, florida water, votive candles that have burned for days. My space reminds me that the only real thing lies beyond this sweet smelling smoky prayer place where my mind runs wild each night reliving my shortcomings and begging for deliverance. I want to be a better servant whose goodness reverberates because I walk in the light of what is beyond this place; love. For seeing and knowing what is really above/below/within/around is a great gift and a burden too. How can I be both flesh and free? How can I be ‘free’ in this form? It’s not real! (and yet) I let myself become entangled in algorithms and the matrix that skews my vortex to something less than I or any being (light in flesh form) deserve. More so, I am overcome with the human condition! Ugh. I become my ego and lament loneliness when I have a grander partnership! A great gift and a burden too. I guess my potential lies beyond the atoms and in what’s really real.