A reminder—for myself as much as anyone—that we are not separate, not broken, and not alone… just temporarily forgetting what we already know.

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Note: If I had to choose one piece that feels most like me, it would be this one.

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Philosophy

by Shelly Moore © 2022

We are all simply petals from the same flower,
who’ve forgotten our connection and collective power.
If you could close your eyes and just feel,
the only connection in life that’s real,
you’d remember everything you’d need to become empowered.

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There’s something in the air we sometimes feel.
We cannot see it, so we claim it isn’t real.
But when we hush our ego still—
swallowing the metaphorical red pill—
we remember we’re holding ten and two at our own wheel.

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It’s difficult to face a change in paradigm.
We’re inundated with misinformation all the time.
Just because your neighbor is set in his own way,
doesn’t mean you have to push him to sway—
just focus on how YOU will face the hills you’ll climb.

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We’re intrinsically connected to everything.
From the bees to the trees and all between.
It’s easy to look down your nose,
but inside—your soul—it knows,
the simple truth of our existence and reality.

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I, of course, speak esoterically,
of life’s greatest mysteries,
as if I’m the one who somehow knows,
the secret to halting life’s painful woes,
but the truth is I’m as every bit lost as you might be.

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You know just as much as me.
You’ve simply forgotten it all, tragically.
The great mind wipe.
The unavoidable archetype.
Of experiencing a meaningful life fully.

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The good news is you can remember it, too.
Commit to focusing on working on you.
Not on the physical nor mental—
that’s a bit too compartmental—
for the gravity of this vast, undeniable truth.

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Energy, energy, energy—
is what connects me to you & you to me.
It’s what we are composed of—
at its root, the purest love—
the truth hidden in plain sight so simply.

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I won’t burst your brain with talk of
all the things that I have learned of,
but I’ll tell you what is real,
is everything that you feel,
And the purpose of life is to BE love.

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To give it and get it and be it.
Shift your life around until you can see it.
Figure out what’s awry—
let it go, don’t be shy—
open yourself up unabashedly to receive it.

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Realize with your whole being—
seeing isn’t, in fact, believing.
For what drives us most,
are as invisible as ghosts—
emotions which fuel us through feeling.

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Allow yourself to smile with your whole being.
Permit yourself to cry, it’s quite freeing.
It’ll unclog your drains,
thereby allowing your beautiful brain
to clear, and to heal, and begin believing.

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It’s difficult to find trust in ethereal things,
when we’ve been beaten down with the war religion brings.
We are not talking of some guy named “God,”
not of Buddha, nor of the great Allah—
But of the driving force behind all of these things.

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Energy we can allow ourselves to trust with more ease.
We know it, we’ve seen it, it shines light on all things.
You can still believe in a God—
I can never and would never tell you you’re wrong!
The beauty of life is the freedom to believe in anything.

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Maybe it all exists simultaneously.
Maybe that’s why we’ve created so many varying theories.
Just don’t make the mistake,
of allowing your ego to inflate,
when someone says something conflicting.

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When a person says something about something,
which causes a fault line to split in your thinking—
a hairline fracture of doubt,
consider it a gift, if you’ll allow—
serving to keep our human lives far more interesting.

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I’ve said quite a bit here about living.
The study of this topic I find truly endearing.
I promise to keep learning,
as it is my soul’s sole yearning,
to know and to truly love every being.

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