Weaving Petals

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I give my life even if in sacrifice, I learned to live without.
Only knowing a loves absents you can truly understand it's presents.
I drink sorrow from the chalice, so I know the sweetness of love.

I choose desire, it holds emotion, it doesn't power me.
I drink deeply from the chalice of darkness, I consume shadows.
Living with the condemned, I know what it means to be gifted.

I drink toxic brew if I must from the chalice, no slave to the fear of any death.
Life is a precious gift, do what your heart seeks, live for those that cannot.
When you forgive yourself of ignorance you'll master your expectations.

Harmony is forged in darkness, in light, focus on knowledge, allow it to forge you.
Wisdom held in equal regard to knowledge, do not pander to short sighted vision.
This world is a playground treat it as such, gravity collects matter, fields compound.

All organisms share in creating collective reality, what world do you want to live in?

Taurus holds emergent order of the old, meeting new birth, listen subtlety speaks volumes.

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I hold all truth loosely I am not my thoughts.
I am defined by who, and what I love.
I do not fear loss, accept love, what will be is to be.

Choice only holds weight in this lifetime for you.
Know creation, do not enslave from close, or afar.
I wish to guide others as I wish to be guided by them.

Age holds no inherent authority over wisdom, or knowledge.
Express forgiveness and gratitude in the moments they are deserved.
Be brave in expression, and choices.

Allow your pain to be felt, do not ignore pain of yourself or others.
Observe the causes of pain, often there is no solution.
Admit failure, make mistakes, know loss, live well, or live shackled.

Thoughts live beyond the boundaries of the mind where reality meets dreams.

Ideas spread across minds, ponder what is ours, what is to keep.

Forever, Ever, and Evermore,
Aaron Baker

Post Script: These are ideas I hold dear. I realize I cannot heal my wounds unless I hold the idea of me, my identity loosely. In becoming I realize I still am evolving. I only know who I am when I exercise domain over choice in my life. I surrender my sense of self to those I hold dear. I submit to the world what I know. I accept others in good faith, I observe those in bad faith. I become what I was always meant to be.

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