Second chances
Should people be given a second chance, so they asked. Did i hear chance or chant? How could i possibly answer that in a word, line, or sentence when the Universe dances, in the flow of music and its trances. her ankles wrapped in garments of joy, shaking her hips at all the chances handed out in invisible tickets. draws the path and plays with the crickets. prepares for the rain in between the minutes. while people sleep, she penetrates deep, weaves his silky movements in the space between love and logic. A second chance, so they asked. I herd a second chant. Isn’t that the grant we are gifted every time we lift our royal crowns off our Egyptian fields? Isn’t every breathe absorbed another chance? Every person that crosses our path another chance? Full of unfolded unknown opportunities? Doesn’t faith chant in between the thighs of second chances? The unseen? Isn’t the time you’re trying to kill now out of excitement to reach your delusional destination, full of infinite chances? That destination that soaks your body in adrenaline and dopamine. when your right hand holds tightly onto that boarding pass, your left arm pulling a suitcase full of your favourite clothes, the only ones you need? Yet your smile can’t seem to escape your face. your selfies can’t stop eating the moments of your journey. As if that’s the last piece of paradise you’ll witness. Crammed in a suitcase. your tummy begins to rumble with anxiety when the thought of it all ending waves at you. Isn’t your entire life a holiday? A Holy Day. Or is it because your faith is carved in the shape of society’s’ feet? Hypnotised to what your 7 days of compassionate release should look like? Is that projection, that manifestation even what you desire? Could it be somebody else’s. and all you are is their ATM so they get more holier days than you. Sometimes, its 72 hours minus the 24 that tick took through your sleep; is that the honour you reward yourself with every year? Is it really the availability in your bosses schedule that determines the switch of your chances? They sing to life with affirmations of gratitude, and there you are scrubbing the curses you’ve written off your tongue. It’s funny. all i can do is question others, because making you worship my opinion would make me a dictator. the only one i can speak for is I? The Molten Golden project. I. I know I deserve unlimited chances not just one, because I’ve deserved it, been gifted it so many times before. Even my death was and is an immortal chance. But do i believe it? Do i believe it in the exact moment I need it? When i am Adam i do. When im a Prophet i surrender my heart into the light. When I am God, i am the chance. Could i be afraid of all the pots full of love and gold I’ll find behind those gates of acceptance? The curtains of chances? Ones that come infinitely without an expiration date? Is it fear of failure or fear of success? Am i swimming in a puddle of faulty judgements that I’m a mess, easily influenced, my heart chakra out of balance? Do people deserve a second chance, so they asked… what does that even mean, why not three? How can we even ask a question that is so limited, while the Universe we were created from is unlimited. we seek to receive the unlimited. Unlimited data, unlimited love, unlimited access, unlimited unlimited. But what about being unlimited. Do we believe we are that empty we have nothing to give ourselves. Do people deserve a second chance so they asked. i herd do people deserve to chant? i chose to swim in this question more deeply. i realised second chances with humans are just second chances. A box. Some are empty of love, some are Half-full, some are useless. Some throw the chance at you as if it’s a favour, they calculate the flavour before witnessing its equation. The only chances i found to be unlimited, infinite, are the ones i gave myself. No matter where i go. No matter where i am. . Even when i slip, lay there for days without calling for help. my ego is stuck in my throat. how could anything survive without the stars in night and brightness of the day. i consent for the light to come in. He reveals himself. i know that the Greater infinite love within me opens portals of eternal chances through the chanting of angels. Should I give me another chance? Every milli-second of the chant - i do. My chances are chanting
