Laying in a field of dandelions, I am where I wish to be. Sometimes I lay back and gaze
with anticipation waiting on everything that I see unfolding, naturally.
Where is the shame?
Shining light in this game
Igniting the flames of ancient wisdom and love
On behalf of my ancestors name.
When you look into the frame
The frame of the vessel wearing your name
Your projections are mirrored and honey, you too are to blame.
Projecting the rain, why do you hold on to the pain?
Adapting to frequencies so inhumane.
Degrading yourself, as you struggle to maintain
The divinity in your soul
Humanly triggers ensure your disclaim
Haven’t gifted yourself the chance to explain...
No safety to explain, leading you to think that we are not the same
Holding that fear of being labelled insane
Inhibits you from roaming freely on this physical plane. - Waima
Model: Waima De Souza @_waimami
Photo: @macami__
📍Brisbane Australia
