You can’t hide from yourself. I whisper to the empty shelf. Ghosts materialize, energetic keys and landmarks stored improperly. Integrate or be gone. Either way, I am grateful for the release. All that’s withheld and encased, set free. Full throttle to find and pursue me all that is lovely. Mono e mono, Life and Me. This tether we each carry. Even if it grows dusty on my side of the line, I reattach to the vine, and reclaim the gold mine, illuminating my entire being a hub of the shared view. I wipe the surface clean, as the space forming speaks volumes to me. Paradise is the portal to my point of view.
Since we can only see what the hub picks up through our eyes. Two windows act as a portal for light to be conveyed corresponding to the dream, the go-between. Internal prompts render the lens I look through. Energy shared between, paid my attention, time, and tending the weighty offering. Translating light streams into living scenes. It is best if the view I witness, and the truth reveal the same reality, overlaying screens no double vision. focused intentionally. Internal alignment key…
Always reading the room from somewhere between the lines. Will show you anything pointing to the root of the energy housed internally. House Guests some not on the list crashing the party backdoor entry. Maybe? *shrugs, smile growing*
Who knows. All the same to me. Not sympatico to my internal reflection. Time for dissection and dilation let the frame I’m capturing be released back into the wild surrounding. To be, but away from me and my building energy, as I chip away the heavy encasing. What’s in me, will be expressed to perfection before I leave as is my pleasure and duty.