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the hour is 2 though i feel not the slightest hint, inclination or desire
to move towards the comfort and rest... between the bed sheets...
some light within my mind ushers in the awareness
to a call for me to further +rise, a calling to me to waken +from the depths of my depression
+the hour is late...all more urgent i to the spirit send...
prevailing upon my forward +seeking senses,
shattering the very heart of the illusion (at once)…unconditionally rendering obsolete…
from the memories and musings 20 questions of the heart
i would have only fed into the mouth of this portal where I watch
as thru a web within a forest of my dreams...+this time +machine i ride alone in time
as cosmic echoes transmuted into whale+song abruptly materialize in the realm between my thoughts
...spontaneously +arriving...from a place in nether+space+time as i am cast adrift ...
falling into a vortex in slow motion... +as the moon sleeps
+the creator touches my heart
breathing new life into an ever expanding universe of dreams
staring out into empty+space, while wondering why am i here
…trying to figure out what it means to live this life…
spawning clusters of star+dust bathed in an eerie glow
emerging horizons spilling thru filling the gaps creating fusion
penetrating the storm clouds emerging from within the abyss
as they ply +it seems, aimlessly to and fro
from a light beaming spontaneously throughout the all
i falter... unsure of what it means
...where the creators touch breathes life into us all…
His most precious gift, freely +given not in words, but in actions which+speak
multiplying expressions of a voice which brings only endless love,
yearning to decipher the message within,
knowing somehow unwritten songs are the codes of life to live by
from within the chasm erupts a cosmic eye subtly awakening,
opens ushering in the new day as it comes into being amidst the chaos within itself
spawning rivers of emotions which dance within us in natural rhythms
where we gather in a migration following ancient pathways in us,
a feeling which seem to go from nothing+ness to complete+ness
soft +explosions, between underlying currents we begin to feel loving thoughts
flowing effortlessly within us as if in telling a transcendental +truth
about these newly +discovered emotions...essential +elements...
...+in the matrix of this life...
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