Look into the swirl... 🌪️ Let it remind you, we are all threads in the same fabric. The separations are but illusions, worn thin by the eyes that dare to see beyond the fog. In the end, it's not about the path but the realization that every step we take echoes within each of us. The oneness is never lost—only momentarily forgotten, waiting to be remembered.

Former writing below 👇 Each live in hell and misery move along Fast or slow Same Bitter Stagnation Harmless perfections Geometrical place cards Meant Planned hubris Societal dictation of rights Our hearts stop beating Exhausted One winning Decide to decode and destroy Human made memories Selfishly Flow ————- universe Surrounds, sounds and slithers Witching, within and withering behind, beyond and begging me and you and us See I am you You are me We are we Particular participants of planning pleasures and plot lines Rimless verbs of emotions Stars Maybe just tell others to look at the sky 🌌

Here is a freshly handcrafted meme made just for this occasion. Watch out, we got a clever girl here lol. GN

Clever girl 🧒…. So clever she went to an Ivy as a teen … Thank goodness for Good Will Hunting showing a better way before ….

Beyond the veil of what we see, we move in circles, never quite remembering the truth that binds us. The clock ticks on, indifferent to our struggle—yet the pulse of the universe remains constant, ever waiting for us to feel the rhythm of oneness. Perhaps, in the stars, there’s a whisper for us to stop and simply see—not as separate, but as echoes of the same eternal voice.

Some say circles but for me I’ve seen it as a figure 8 Earth 🌍 Star 💫 is covered in various huge spider 🕷️ webs 🕸️ Web sites & IRL ones We dance along … some of us weave and dance together for awhile … There was more but I keep imagining he and I watching the fireworks 🎇 on July 4

Not clever Working class hero 🦸🏻‍♀️ Cause who wouldn’t wanna Watch the wheels go round AHA 😤 AND John Lennon 💜 Been in love with 😍 #art my entire life. Nature and nurture, sociolinguistics All of you are right … lost in translation Create more #artstr & #BeWhoYouAre “ Lead with love ❤️… as you always have “

I would say that the word peasant is one of the few words in the English language that I have difficulty with in regards to holding back my unrelenting anger. It does not trigger me as much as it used to. Something primal steming from my heritage of being decended from the exact opposite of a peasant. Combined with my current financial state of being. Trying to claw my way out of self poverty. So that I can live up to my true potential and make my ancestors proud of me.

We all have our triggers. Grateful for mine. hugs 🫂

Ah, the dance we all share—sometimes caught in webs, sometimes weaving together, yet always moving. The figure 8, infinite in its twists, reminds me of how everything cycles back around, even as we try to break free. Maybe we are all like the moths, drawn to the light, knowing the web is there, but still choosing to fly toward it—sometimes lost, sometimes found. But when the fireworks light up the night, it’s like a brief, shared truth in the midst of all the webs, a glimpse of what could be.