How often do you hear and see “Sending you love and good vibes!” Most of us get the love part. That much seems obvious. It’s the fluffy nonexplainable stuff. But Good Vibes? There’s a host of things that may mean.
What is a vibe?
To put it simply, ‘Vibe’ is short for Vibration. Sound creates an enormous amount of vibrations. Some may make you dance. Some may encourage introspection like jazz tends to do for me. Some vibrations may ignite a mood which then excites candles and incense (&cream). Vibrations tend to be good because if you find the right one, you’re cool. You don’t often hear vibes spoken about without the ‘good’ included. This seems to imply that vibes can be bad as well.
Bad vibes don’t tend to stay around because you can turn the channel quickly. Nonetheless, vibrations are generally good to send out. But how do we achieve this anyway? Can the other person really feel these vibes?
I do not wish good vibes for flash and huff but for an additional voice of confidence. You got this! Slipping and falling is not merely defined by a miscalculated downfall rather a hiccup in direction. If your strut is pretending to convey more than its pep, change your step! (PepInYourStep) A trip can inspire the hip to dance or the feet to keep still to not fumble in darkness. When the music is cool the dance remains and these vibrations can be useful insights into the creation of our ambitions.
Vibes are about connecting to that one source (or many) through the freedom of sharing!
If ‘good vibes’ could be sent out in the mail, I’d make sure it was wrapped in your favorite wrapping paper! I’ll make sure you can easily open the gift without tearing it.
Good Vibes is sharing the best vibration that is useful to your Body and Mind and in that Spirit….
Follow through with the sound and play ahead!
You excite me and make my thoughts – spend into suspension.
All of you.
I can’t deny what I wanna make you feel.
I wanna cause your actions to form into a battle.
Literally paralyzing you into a web of sticky cream.
Then I want to get rid of your syrup by sentencing your lips with the weapon of my passion.
Pouring into you sections – I haven’t shown to anyone.
But my youthful self when I first realized, how bad I wanted a girl like you.
Badly like the oceans – I seek to calm you in the midst of your trauma.
Again I wanna become a slave to your spell.
I want you to look at me so I can surrender my reservations to you.
Giving you my jokes and camaraderie so that your laughter is a temptation of undress.
Confess so I can heal you by the meditative forgiveness I must pardon to you.
For the blasphemy of your presence writes onto the walls the need for redemption.
If my passions resurrect a savior to your transgressions – follow me into this bliss.
Heaven is our journey and we are saints as we relinquish into the fire of paradise.
Inspired BY The Muse Of Native Land.