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Return of The Muses 🍃✨🐉

use of the words is not just casual, it's a cast spell, a word most often than not weight more in it's frequency and vibrancy than how it translated and perceived. a language before and beyond the ...

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A Liquid Life

cleaning the rest of the strawberries i got last week from the North of Bali, eating it from a small white vintage cup under the frangipani tree, so fresh, so crunchy... writing this live because i...

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Hymn for The Muses 🍃✨🐉

from a deep listening to the space and silence between lines of words and blank pages, in the same corner and spot, drank my coffee half of the cup and got another one to take out. a very strong ca...

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Dress in Reverence

let me be honest: i'm not sure what to write up on this one honestly, miss re-wilding into nature embrace? and so badly want to go now or...? but instead, Sister Nancy "Bam-Bam" in my ears, drank m...

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PAY MORE ATTENTION is how you started to find ANSWERS

sounds very basic, very simple, but simple things are usually complex, so what to pay more attention to? i've been using this term a lot, every time people asked me what i'm writing about, the answ...

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Divine Discipline: It's Devotional

had this thought came to me yesterday oh how other reflect back to the devotion they see in my way of living, in my practice, in how i choose to show up for myself.

you can't truly be devotio...

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Listening to the Wild Muse

Wild Muse embraces her,
in the stillness
and wild presence
pulse of water beneath my skin
the hush between the leaves
a language only soul and spirit understand

i sat with Her ...

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I CREATE AND I WRITE TO SERVE

oufghhh,
the urgency to write this one out loud from yesterday in my 75' drive got me like: okay i need to pull aside and jot down this one out to pages so i could stop the thought that circling...

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Wild Muse

waterfall of wisdom that stirred that spark within my wild heart, baptized my body and being into pure wild blood.

something so solid and wonderfully soft,
something wildly powerful and i...

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SKIN TO SOURCE: A Cosmic Body

how comeback to Motherland brings me closer to the Greatest Creator,

if i create an "Eat Pray Love" character outta myself and journey, this trinity quite like one. i had Eat in Peru...

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Wear The Vision, Walk The Prayer

something, something about this place, pulled me so deep to the root and kept my head high in the sky.

second time came in to this place and holy mother, i'm incredibly plugged, fir...

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SKIN TO SOURCE: God's Genesis

body becomes altar, portal, primordial
this is where God began

earthly, ethereal
before scripture,
there was the mountain of her spine, valley of her hips
this is whe...

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SKIN TO SOURCE: Scar Clan

the return of the Muse, the return of the wild woman within her

tracing the muses and following to it whispers, like an echo of her, a literal remembrance, deep through sacred land, center of...

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Echo of the Muse

nothing but a lil spark and shiver of a morning light, a revelation and a silent prayer

an ode to simplicity,
heart bow down to floor,
listening to the muse's call
half (almost)<...

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The Muse Lives

one fine morning during my travel to Porto, Portugal this space giving me a spark of light to bring to life, and this specific corner specially: the glass window, the light, the breeze, oh it was a...

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Tracing The Muse

there's almost no proper words to express this sacred structure but "HOLY DIVINE MOTHER" like literally, from the height, the air, the altitude, the texture, the freaking structures, built up in th...

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The Muse & The Mystery

the journey to the creation of self and the evolution of her mystery,
once i wrote:
"(almost) selfish to say that my main inspiration has always been my own mystery"

here taki...

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Under Leo New Moon: Mostly the Urge & the Muses

at the place called Mostly, under the warm glow of pink and orange light, nothing really but following my heart desire to get a pot of rosella tea and i've had envisioned myself doing exactly this ...

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Can't Stop: What Moved Me, July

i'm alive, wonderfully alive, i'm whole, and holy

woke up with eyes barely cracked open, but my cells and system are silently screaming at me: "hey it's twenty one past five, you sl...

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Born Again, Bare

born in the season i never met,
but still i bleed like an autumn leaves ~

skin in soil,
rust in the bone,
gold in the soul.
everything falls, to become more whole.

born ag...

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Last Archive: Radical Prayer to the Self

there's this kind of prayer and devotion, i could never quite able to prompt and frame the into lines of words, but soft warm light on bare skin.

a mirror that holds,
her silent scream and...

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5:11 AM Unspeakable World

cracked my eyes open before my alarm, tapped on my screen phone: 4:48 AM
could feel it, feel the rush, the rush of aliveness,
the life that is running through every cell of my body to awaken ...

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Archive No.9

call it ritual.
call it soft power.
call it one leg up straight to God.

pulled a cosmic card,
lit the candle, take the action.

wrote down 69 members like a cast spell
may it...

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Soft Archives

not all stories are meant to be told.
many are still etched in silence:

in the curve of back, the space between breath, in the pause between the page turns
this is where i keep them, i...

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Lost between pages, pearls, and petals

carrying this quiet mystery i found in the autumn rain of Amsterdam,
just after my birthday back on 2023.
a scene that still holds me like an open-ended sentences, where i could get lost fore...

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Before Dawn

after like three days or so my body feels dry, feels empty. like there's no more juice left, like i needed an entire operating system upgrade.

so, i surrender (almost softly, but still not le...

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Red Candle Wax Portrait

in honor to the full moon and bowing to my own empire, placing this set of portrait over two years ago to where she belongs,

let the mystery breathes,
and the muse lives ~

a new 7 ye...

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An Urgent Transmission

sitting on the back of the scooter, heading for dinner, and God served you this transmission as an appetizer ~

i am turned on in the dinner table

honey,
it's Godly.

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She is the Mountain

dig in and safe yourself,
keep the mystery in the higher side ~

from Peruvian Andes to the Island of Gods,
within the distance year, space, and shedding skins
evolutions and experie...

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the whole time i've been living my life fearlessly, yet i'm still full of fear.

for god sake, this hits so fucking deep,
deep in the bones, deep in my being,
shivers in my veins, almost trembles my whole existence.

i'm crying, about to, it is now, no, no, not...

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