Traveling Through 

Close your eyes to find a world hidden within the mind, but if the mind were a place I’d be super hesitant to visit, very unsure of when I’d leave, or just regret every moment I could of gone.

My Favorite Artist

Every artist has their own unique way of seeing art and releasing each piece for others to see through their eyes, through their mind, through their soul, and through their heart. A window, this particular artist has not only caught my eye but her art instantly talks to my heart every time I see her work. Please go check her blog out, every time you see her work you will be blessed. I will forever follow her artistic journey for the rest of my life. She is a pure soul, she is filled with truth and compassion, she is brilliant with any art supplies, her heart is pure gold. I believe she can change this world with her art and I do not say this lightly, she holds power literally. People in secret cry out for artist such as Miriam, to release what their soul searches for, if you want to satisfy that search, Miriam has the art for that. Bless you Miriam ❤️

Drake Version… Because who doesn’t listen to Drake? 

Let it go… Your mad at the world, your mad at him, your mad at her, can you be mad at yourself? Can you look in the mirror silent without regret, without sorrow, without confusion? Do you understand what went wrong or when it went wrong, were you the cause of it or where you part of it? Does it not take two to tango? Were you not offered free will at birth? Do you understand your own corruptions, the damage you’ve done to your mind-body-and soul, why your mind is out of control or why you cannot seem to ever find any. A naked body does look like porcelain but do you lust for it when you should be showing respect for it, staying in your boundaries without playing the blame game, “Oh he wanted it first.. But she asked for it..” Excuse my boldness, but you corrupted little monster you. 

Are you really alive or do you tell yourself that before you fall asleep at night without fear, your waking up the next morning. The soul, the mind, and the heart we cannot see but evidently you still have a physical body that reflects. Your not quiet because as long as your walking, reacting, acting, showing emotions, or producing actions I see you. I see your mind and body role playing with your soul. I see corruption has taken a toll, I see you don’t really understand what it means to be out of control, I see a broken heart not in love with its body, I see tears from all the past years, I see fears, and I see questions marks. I’m not a psychiatrist, I’m not a doctor, I’m not a counselor, I’m broken just like you. This is me this is you. 

I hate to take the blame but I love to step up to the plate saying what you don’t want to hear or saying what you fear because someone has to do it. I see the damage and I see the corruption. I see my mind interacting with my soul while its interacting with my body. I see broken hearts and I can feel the heart beat, the missed ones have been caught. Like vibrations I hear the sounds and our world sounds horrible but in harmony we sound great. I see the change and I see the games. I see how everybody just wants to be loved and accepted called beautiful and not rejected. I see the passions and I see the dead flames, water got to you. I see the mind troubled by the emptiness. I feel so deeply like my heart has its own pair of eyes to see what my brain is also registering for me. 

My feelings are definitely not dead, a silhouette maybe but the radar range is C.I.A approved, I could sit in the White House without security. I see it, I feel it, I know it sharply. But at the beginning I had to be mad at myself enough to understand, enough to notice the damage, enough to notice the corruption, enough to look into the mirror without sorrow regret or confusion. I feel so deeply now. I see so deeply now. I had to let go.

The Perfect Love Story 

God is not religion because at anytime anything can and will happen. He is not just in the church, he is outside the church. In your favorite restaurants, at your favorite stores, with you and your friends. He is at the house when you think your alone. He is by your side when everyone has left. He is in the air that you breathe, the air that you need to survive. He is on the planes, trains, boats, and cars that we transport ourselves in. He is at your graduations, your job interviews, your places of business, the spas and salons, the hotels and apartments. He is in the nature, all those beautiful sunsets, hot and sunny days, on your vacations in paradise, chirping with the birds or crawling with the ants. He is greater than your fear, by your side when your afraid, ready to wipe all the tears away. He is personal, in love with your personality. He is in love with you, he writes every perfect love story. He never does anything without love, love is gentle, love is kind, love is caring. Always gently caring in all kinds of ways.

 He has written his laws on your heart, your mind cannot understand or comprehend, but your heart already knows. He is in the mirrors when your trying to convince yourself that your not worthy enough, that your not beautiful enough, but he whispers you are worthy and you are beautiful because you were made in my image. He cries for you and he mourns for you, he patiently waits for you to come back to him so in love with you like you never left. Your his Queen and your his Prince and he is your Lord of all Lords. He is the only one who sees it all who knows it all who feels it all and the only one who can search your heart knowing exactly what is in it. He is whole and he is not judgmental like religion. He is closer then the words on your breathe, the air in your lungs, and the beat of your heart. He is not religion, he was once made human and took on our form so that he could relate to us all. 

He is everywhere in the stadiums at arenas in the parking lots. He is on every continent, in every country, in every city, in every small town. In every corn field, in every maze, in every zoo, in every amusement park, in every school, in every office. There is no place on this earth that he is hiding nor is there any place on earth that you can hide from him. He sees you every single day wherever you are at. He knows when you rise and when you fall asleep. He knows what you’ve done but washes away every bad track record, remembering it no longer. He is a best friend, a comforter, a hope giver, the life giver, the builder, the lover, the partner, the alpa and the omega. He is everything literally everything. The love of your life, all you will EVER need. He is deeper then religion. He is deeper then what the mind can understand. He is for everyone, there is not one person on the face of this earth that does not need him, rich or poor. He is the brains behind successful operations. He is your heart. He is God