what the conch shell knows;

the sacred geometry of knowing.

like a conch shell,
twisting inward,
i’ll mirror it’s spiral path.

curling in,
I meet the deepest parts of me.
a double scorpio,
diving down, 
to the bottom of the sea.

in the game of life,
we only compete,
with the version of Me,
from the day before.

who was I,
when no one was watching?
can I let my soul shine more?

it’s not selfish,
to want to know the edges of your soul.
what lights you up,
what makes you cry,
and how to finally, 
let go. 

inner spiraling is a channel,
for the greater good,
can't you see?
if i know me,
and you know you,
our rivers can run clean. 

we can celebrate our differences,
while building bridges of connection, 
to the unseen.

you’ll alchemize your projections,
and I’ll pause before responding,
because inner peace and mastery,
cultivated grace,
and understanding.

don’t study me,
or the others,
study yourself.

it’s the most beautiful book,
and it’s patiently waiting,
upon your shelf.