The black swooshes, the blue whooshes, the many layers of sudden death come to me at every moment in time, no time, some time, who cares for time. Black holes, white lights, trippy shadows, nosy ghosts, living like a sea. Which will you choose to listen to? One thousand ears for one thousand voices. Which station today? You choose. Which station tomorrow? Your choice. Snake shedding skin. Rainbow leather dried out in the sun. Crackling like the thunder in the stormy clouds. Turning to dust, water to the reign of life. Take reign of life. You are the royalty and the court takes its orders from you. Your body, your palace a place to play be serious, march for hours in a desert. Take heed of those mirages. 70% water, your body a resident void of undulating waves. Listening to your thoughts. Feeling your emotions. How do you create your palace? How do you let in? How do you treat your guests? How do you treat your court? Where does your water come from? Sugary mirages or fresh spring water. Masks of many shapes washed like in water.
Waking sideways into facing. Face planting. The fear of failure. Surrendering on my knees. Bowing forward to the sun. In honor and servitude to my mask of blue peace and rainbow magic. Letting my arms down. Head held high. Walking straight to my destination. Facing the world, bringing my gifts fully. My beginning earth spot. Sri Lanka, tip of India. Beautiful purple flower waterfalls on the rubble. You both no apologies I don't want wishes, I want commitment, promises.
Downward blue arrow sailing towards the ground to a sea of green earthy moss. Sticking into the heart of comfort, strongly held by a boundary of self. The rubble is noticed but becomes more green. Sun rays reign golden beams. Light to grow. Meeting dark moist ground. A lady stands in the midst, sun hat on, enjoying the sand beneath her toes.
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