the golden thread of the imaginal world whispers and wows as it blesses up all its nows with bows.
latch on to the ship. we are setting sail with tensegrity and maps of great equip.
Consciousness swells through the sound of nothing.
The bliss eternal — of emptiness, of form — arrives without rushing.
It co-arises in a co-constructive nature
This is a short story about life.
A tale of demigods, dragons, and butterflies,
Immense joy and freedom from strife.
It is a song of cries, a praise for the sage!
Before the dawn, there is rain.
Nothing to look upon, no pain.
As a vessel of light I look in
To the divine love of my kin.
Souls before me and beyond
Sunday morning and the clouds are thick.
Peering through the shell like a baby chick…
I am in awe of what I see.
Deepening into my soul. I feel whole.
Waking up in the early morning and the light is dull.
There is a smile on my face, a saving grace.
Can you see into my soul?
Beyond aura, can you feel me whole?
I speak of love beyond games and places.
I seek for the transcendent above dames and faces.
Stream of consciousness writing while listening to this jam on loop. Contemplate and update your fate… [de te fabula narratur]
