I live in an Emotional soup,
a porridge of embryonic forces,
a cauldron of the primordial,
a vessel of vitality,
the origins of ideation.
Who says I have no friends?
I am extremely close to my dear ones;
anxiety, worry, anger, fear, and sadness.
It is through the intense intimacy I share with these vibrations of gestation and formation,
that I have become;
an alchemist of heartbreak,
an empath of trauma,
a keeper of despondency,
a sentinel of sadness,
a guardian of misery,
an attendant of anxiety
a custodian of chaos
a shepard of suffering.
Cloudy days,
dark nights,
access you will find here,
A seed of hope,
light incubated in the darkest darkness,
a path forward,
expansion into pain,
acceptance of what is,
a passage through chaos,
a portal to peace.
Lay your troubles down,
it is ok to leave them here,
be courageously cathartic,
purge you're neurosis and fantasy onto the floor.
You were the one to picked them up, now lay them down!
Add your ingredient to the soup,
into the swirling abyss,
a infinite source.
Where form dissipates,
into the origins of its emptiness,
The Animated Bellows.