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Genuine


Trusting, trusting this direction

While releasing, releasing control

Becoming, becoming more of myself

With questions that have explained themselves

I get it now, it's not your fault

All along, I was wrong

Genuine, genuine where have you been

If an unconditional love exists, I'll find it

And let them say what they want

An unconditional love exists, we've got it

Ending, I'm ending where I started

With more wisdom, wisdom and heart

Accepting, all that's been done

I'm open to what will come

I get it now, it's not your fault

There's no need to blame yourself

Genuine, genuine where have you been

If an unconditional love exists, I'll find it

And let them say what they want

An unconditional love exists, we've got it

I won't be afraid to begin again

I won't be afraid to fall

Cause the greatest risk to take

Is taking no risks at all

And I'll keep my head up in good and bad

To get through the worst storms

Apologize and share this unconditional

Love


Paths

September 25, 4:17PM

Unconditional: I stood in the street staring into the florescent lights, and knew it was time to go home. It was a feeling that steals your breath, cutting off your ability to speak in mid sentence. It was if the world knew that I had missed a step and purposefully knocked me off balance as a reminder. The air was humid and heavy, it pulled and tugged on my body, a strange feeling-- I was the other, an unknown, a not welcome, an out of place. My soul felt weighted and burdened, lost in the dark and searching. I wasn't home, I was missing -- missing love, being connected, moving in step, being wrapped up and entangled, feeling dedicated, the serendipitous, and the unexplainable. I lost the spark that had given me hope.

Generosity: It's hard to lose the spark and live in uncertainty. The spark creates a path and the energy to make the path a reality. It gives meaning that there are connections that will light up the sky. It cannot last on its own: some want to steal it, others reject it, and by itself it is unnoticeable. It has value and whenever we speak of love we are speaking of value -- right and wrong, glowing or burnt out, pulling or pushing away. I sunk beneath the air feeling that my spark had left me, rediscovered the other side of the narrative, and all at once was free. I threw whatever I had left of my spark to the night sky, in a single moment relinquishing control. Unconditional. Someone else will find it when it is needed the most, it is not for me to decide.