Every flotilla of ships that sails has a mothership;
A magical city afloat that's fully aware of the destination.
Magnificent one that sets the direction for all those ships to sail.
I am a smaller ship: one of her many personalities.
Sometimes I lose her lead; a life on a very low vibration.
Feeling like I have no real direction; paralyzed when I think about what I'll do next.
Sometimes I am connected to her; living in the present moment of the time.
Tuning into what I really want and then manifesting it into the world.
The mothership knows why I jump into the water.
I may not know all of the time but she knows why I encounter storms.
While I have the awesome privilege of being a little ship, I should learn how to sail in the same direction as my mothership.
I can sail in the opposite direction that is a sure way to find rough water but to heighten my vibration, I should helm myself in the direction that my mothership wants to sail.
If taking the right path would mean a life filled with meanings then I shall begin a voyage and start to calibrate my inner compass to always align itself with the direction that my mothership desires to pass through.
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PoetryThis book contains both my dark and marvelous realities; it serves as an outlet to vent my emotions through the art of poesy. The poems (including proses, sonnets, villanelles, haiku etc.) that you are about to read confine the stories that aided m...
