Extremely well-articulated. While you wrote a poem on this which completely mirrors the guidebook that I'm writing. So I feel seen that you and I are the same, not similar.
Thank you. This one hits me quietly, generously. “we are all just suspended in/ different hallucinations of ourselves” is a lovely description of the human experience. Hallucinations have a part in the individual and another in the collective reality. I’m working on which is which.
This resonates deeply. Awareness isn’t measured by language or ceremony—it’s felt in how someone holds pain, dirt under their nails, and all. “Not floors, but trap doors in a dream you didn’t know you were having." A prism of becoming, not a pyramid of worth. I love the rejection of hierarchy here. Thank you for writing something that remembers both the cosmos and the human. A quiet truth about how we meet each other—not above or below, but moment to moment, pain to pain, light to light.
Your writing beautifully replaces rigid hierarchies with the imagery of a "prism", reminding us that we are all just "cosmos in costume". I deeply appreciate how you find divinity in "flashes of recognition" rather than in status or rituals.👏👏
You can’t judge someone’s wisdom by how they talk or what spiritual things they’ve done. Some who seem simple carry deep understanding, while others who sound wise may not live it. Everyone is on their own path, sharing moments of connection, slowly remembering who they are while still being human.
Extremely well-articulated. While you wrote a poem on this which completely mirrors the guidebook that I'm writing. So I feel seen that you and I are the same, not similar.
Thank you. This one hits me quietly, generously. “we are all just suspended in/ different hallucinations of ourselves” is a lovely description of the human experience. Hallucinations have a part in the individual and another in the collective reality. I’m working on which is which.
Great work I’m impressed
This is excellent Lauren
I love how your poetry has evolved over the last 9 months.
Happy holiday’s and New Year!🎉🥳🎊
This resonates deeply. Awareness isn’t measured by language or ceremony—it’s felt in how someone holds pain, dirt under their nails, and all. “Not floors, but trap doors in a dream you didn’t know you were having." A prism of becoming, not a pyramid of worth. I love the rejection of hierarchy here. Thank you for writing something that remembers both the cosmos and the human. A quiet truth about how we meet each other—not above or below, but moment to moment, pain to pain, light to light.
Perfect
"We are all just cosmos in costume"
Great line, but a better sentiment behind it. Profound concept behind this
Your writing beautifully replaces rigid hierarchies with the imagery of a "prism", reminding us that we are all just "cosmos in costume". I deeply appreciate how you find divinity in "flashes of recognition" rather than in status or rituals.👏👏
Raw and Real and about time somebody is.
Very moving words Lauren. Thank you 🫶🧘🏻🙏🏼✨🌖
You can’t judge someone’s wisdom by how they talk or what spiritual things they’ve done. Some who seem simple carry deep understanding, while others who sound wise may not live it. Everyone is on their own path, sharing moments of connection, slowly remembering who they are while still being human.
Wow… 👏👏👏
this made me nod, smile, agree, laugh, sigh, breathe, re-read, think, feel. thank you.
Speak like prophets… hell yes
Only those who can truly see reality possess true imagination.