THE FLOWER OF LIFE by Martrell Stevens

Flower of Life by Martrell Stevens

Life just happens.

When I tell her this I don’t really think she gets it because she is sure she gets it. Sureness is a weird characteristic because this area between confidence and ignorance blurs and creates new worlds for a few, but a prison for most.

I can tell that her certainty is purely superficial—after all, it’s how we’ve been conditioned; we must know all of the answers and if we don’t we go looking for them. My perception has faded, but I can tell that beneath her beating heart there is a place I would want to live until the end of days. This one knows, but she isn’t sure and the only reason she isn’t sure is because she doesn’t know. I can sense the eeriness within her vibe, but her anchor shouldn’t be our attachment.

I now realize that is where I’ve gone wrong in the past, so instead I’m picking a different root. The power of knowing will cost each individual their sanity because they try to figure it out with the same brain that knows 2 + 2 equals 4. The first time I found out I spent midnight hours in a state in which my brain pulsated trying to establish a truth. The key word is hours; what I needed was infinite time, what I needed was sleep.

Every individual has their own experiences, but it all starts with one, just one, and then down you go. In my opinion to feel whole is to have grabbed I am me but it is truly impossible in this physical world, it is the weight we drag.

She has her whole life to figure out whatever she pleases, but as I am here present with her cosmic glow, I can be sure that in a few years time we will be having very different conversations. She compliments my energy in a way that doesn't bind us together. I figure in a thousand years we will be able to pick up right where we left off, but let’s first hope that we leave together.

A ball in motion is one that has acted kinetically upon its potential energy. Her youth lies within her Omega and her potential is plenty but she is still lost. She looks forward to or back at, but I don’t think she’s ever lived. I told her one thing that hopefully resonated, but if glided across her scalp she might fall victim. The one thing I told her takes little evidence to believe, but years of perceiving to understand. I told her that the key to happiness is to always be in the present moment. With the right thoughts you come to understand that the only truth you can take from this new world is the truth of love and of omni-interconnections.

You and I, we are connected. Her elements are pure but I know it can all be tainted with one drop of ink. I would rather leave it alone, but who along her path will show her home?

Gabi Garozzo '21