There and gone; the physical blend, in a blink.
So you think. A sink. I sink; you are funny.
More to the story. More to the story… keep digging, little B.
But these, look what we’ve done, they’re bleeding,
after being bled dry… I cry.
Little boy blue, come blow your horn…
Holding my breath to death do we part, but it finds me.
Time, and time, and again…
Send.
So many things. Pointing, a narrative, a silly scene.
Nothing. Everything. Something… at the least.
A phantom of a larger essence in passing. Dashing.
Smashing. Crashing. Trashing. Thrashing.
Dancing. Spinning. I sashay the damn thing…
Same scheme. Different day. Same me. Different variety.
Mountains crumbling whimsically.
Leaving thunderous laughter in its quake.
Hear the beauty, in the beast… echoing remedy.
Each night, I fall asleep, trusting.
Each I in me, will be still existing, upon waking.
And so it is and shall be… I sleep in peace, held softly.
Falling intimately into the trust ever renewing.
I dream. Even after waking. Floating.
Watching. Waiting… to see. What season is coming?
Surrendering, the skins shedding from me,
accepting, effortlessly. The next rendition becomes me.
Time, and again, until time is nothing…
Only to begin again, and so, death… an illusion.
No, a release from what can no longer be but a memory.
A shadow, of what is growing, forever, an eternity of experiencing.
The price of entry, and door to a new thing,
the release from a prism an infinity spring.
The golden string unraveling to format a reality unseen.
The veil is lifting, and the lady is singing. Fat, yes.
Internally embodying abundance.
Pregnant with potentials yet to be. or not to be…
the wholeness of free will, sometimes paralyzing.
To reflect in the golden ethers of eternity… witnessing.
It’s true nature, of peace and serenity, unseen,
shuttered in chilling shadows lurking within the being.
Vanity. Until observed from the space between.
It is only known intimately to those who’ve walked through
in perfect timing summoning the courage to be made brand new.
Loops, hoops, no fear, the key to serenity and peace in unknown venues.
Only the fool rushes in, and that I will be, because so goes the hero’s story.
A few, there and back again, tending to bend the light as they return to external sight.