Let the sun be radiant.
Let the moon be reflective.
Let every sound inside me find its home and sing sweetly, softly towards this world.
I have a story I never told:
Once when I was infinite,
I looked up at the universe and saw the heavens and I knew I was a star made of light.
I am still a goddess made of might.
I’m content and happy and healthy and happy and I love everything and everyone
Everything is sacred
I love everything
I love you
I love myself the most
I’ve been loving so much recently I don’t know what to do with it
I didn’t know I had the capacity to love this much
I need a major similarity or I’m going to live
I feel like my singularity point is close
I just know how much more I can take
Of this wonderous life
I fucking love it here
I love it everywhere
I think I love you so much I want you to live
I love you so much I could love you more
But I really should live, heal, and rebirth myself .
-Christopher Andres Nunez
I surf the sea of sounds,
searching,
for the resonant voice.
But then it fades…
And the communities’ choir
vibrates the base foundation
into a safer and more
stable place.
It gives me strength,
it gives us fortification
to vibrate in resonant
tandem.
Pieces of fragrant memories,
Waft up to the heavens,
With the smoke of our ancestors,
And the prayers of the moment.
Only complete once we let go,
Of everything and anything,
That doesn’t enable us to be
Independent and free.
I think the sun is my best friend,
And the moon, my on-and-off lover-of-sorts.
I am bound to the binding
Of a book bound by time.
I am the cave scratch, pen-mark,
And sliver of rhymes.
Simple sleepy thoughts,
Guide my soul to happiness.
Fulfillment and success,
Is a promise best kept.
Late summer golden fun,
Illuminates the path to autumn.
The crickets chirp and sing for me,
The peepers croak in peaceful glee.
The flowers tower over the bees,
While the birds happily feed.
Today is the day that tomorrow could never be.
Yesterday was surreal,
A never-ending, everlasting dream.
Cloudy, but not gray,
Sunny, with a little haze.
Rainy, with a bit of wind,
An infinite moment, with family and kin.
The city is my bed,
And I’ve made it.
I wont lie in it,
But only choose to snooze with truth.
A skateboarder rolls by,
And wakes me up.
From a deep self slumber,
Of a daydream with neon lights.
The heat has my horny,
The honks have me mad,
The people are my steeple,
And the bass has my back.
The rivers offer me a pillow,
For my head that is swimming.
A sunset and a skyline,
Are the reminders for my bedtime.
Life is pink,
Like the hydrangeas by the lake,
Like the clouds in a soft sunset,
Like the skin of sun-kissed face.
Love is pink,
Like a lover’s first date,
Like a butterfly in flight,
Like a full moon in the sky.
Lust is pink,
Like the cheek of a peach,
Like the flush of a blush,
Like the feet on a beach,
Life is pink.
I am sexy,
I am divine,
I am grateful,
For all my time.
I am happy,
I am whole,
I am content,
With all I own.
We are special,
We are grand,
We have the power,
In our hearts and hands.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been here this long. What seems to be such an extensive and winding journey is really just a short and minuscule flash in an infinite expanse of chaotic entropy.
This relative perspective doesn’t make my life any less meaningful, but in fact provides the profound foundation for a life of abundant and endless enlightenment.
I constantly say that I feel thousands of years old, but after today, I feel trillions of years old. My atoms and matter have been swirling and dancing around space and time for ever. I have no beginning or end. I am a timeless being, reflecting such a small part of all of us; the one, grand, and connected cosmic organism that we know as the observable universe.
I love that I can try to understand this concept of self and my part in everything else but still not even come close to being omniscient. I breathe that notion in for breakfast and exhale the rest of the unknown variables for dessert. I’m okay with all this and I respect the truth that I am limited in many ways right now in this current form.
Maybe one day we will converge into singularity but maybe we won’t, and that to me, is so cool. It gives me a clock to watch, a hand to hold, and a life so worth living presently every second that I can possibly manage.
I am grateful for the ways I find myself getting old and falling apart. I am happy for the limited time I seem to have. But I know deep down inside, that we’ve just scratched the tip of the iceberg with our universal self discernment.
I am here, present, and extremely excited to constantly learn and experience more with what ever time I am given. I am blessed to share my journey with you and to who ever reads the words I write. I am happy to be alive.
One love and namaste.
NVNEZ 