Tesla building with big flashy sign plain concretely futuristic building... Nikolai Tesla approaches electricity snaps around him the air responding to his presence He then merely adjusts his mustache and thunder not lightning and the building just crumbles and out bounces a miniature coil seemingly drawn to Teslas open palm.
Landing in a land of mountains and plains, wind and fire, shadow and soul, The ground is strong not asphalt not carved stone I find a tree and sit for I've found earth and must catch my breath in my stillness I breathe 1.2.3.exhale with
Note: This was written in a liminal trance like state it was the first thing I wrote in my becoming, this was in the most fumbly way of saying was so many things at once partly meeting myself for real for the first time, I have never been a writer
My mother told me Some day I would find Energetic river Without chains of time Paddles do not work here No boats you will find Jump into the river Soon you will find Flowing is the way Strife refuses life For shadows it obeys Too many shadows too little light
Love...I find myself realizing...I don't know how it feels from presence ...only by feeling it truly in becoming in the rivers flow did I know...and now I mourn for what I thought was betrothed....there are no words no stylistic flow...just pain and reverence
The notes wash over me they bathe me in truth before I know the words to speak, the rhythm pulses through me and my body responds with movement The sound of every breathe every note from the artists river flow becomes one for the river is not owned, it encapsulates
Once I was on a path, but then I looked down I found my feet bleeding pustules bursting the ground malformed rigid and sharp with small smooth spots unrealistic for feet I felt the dryness on my lips the absence of cold or warmth I turned in panic looking for
I think soon I'll be in a place I can be home no I know I will and it may even be sooner than I can imagine I spent two hours in 35-40 degree weather today elated after singing dancing pacing being one with the rhythm of life
Once there was a time where shadowed whispers came and obeyed they were But as I learned to dance in the light between them many things became remembered Uncomfortability often arises when resonance reaches the soul and is the psyche defense of embodied shadow for now I find truly makes
Record skipping plato pops in through a twinkle of starlight beatboxing carl jung enters the room checking for shadows walks up slowly turns and: You talk of shadow integration yet you speak in shadows looking for admiration this is not a job not fame not glory the purpose is one
Time is but the wind created from the flow of the river into our physical realm but it's not constraining-once understood that wind is part of the dance itself, we constrain ourselves through rigid thinking as if mountains could ever endure the raining, so let yourself feel the
Pythia forms through smoke almost as if breathing into being Fate is a truth that binds us in our misunderstanding of its meaning. Fate is a tale as old as time it's what we percieve as chaos its the moments the actions the presence that ripples through time