Cierra Tu Mente

Monsoon season at the zenith of recollections

Hiccuped hook-up hitched up forward traction

Stirruped foreword into future acquisitions

No sacrifice until assurance of satisfaction

Finally reached steady state

Slide Out

Riddled, addled, in battle.

Rattled by relentless reaches.

Departing definitively for health and wealth and love.

A self-proclaimed rising above.

13:13

Encompassing energy sourced and stemming

Dotted lines connecting time-space in force

Together tied to waves of undulating motion

Not passive, not possessive; progressive

A gentle place of faith, an endless frame of face

Recently Understood

There is no such thing as the void. Nothingness does not exist.

There is only energy, endlessly repeating, transmuting from one form to another, breathing.

There is no abyss within yourself, no dark pit, no empty erosion.

There is only pure consciousness, endless fractals of thought and emotion.

The True Test

Keeping in a shared vibration, through the oscillating waves of time

Seeking it through coarse invasions, following through to the different signs

Magnetized and pulled together, phasing back for the reunion

Subtle exchange of energy and information, a continuous communion

Fingers Crossed

Reeling in the moments, accumulating seconds of time.

Reliving the truth, cutting through lines.

Carrying curated memories, like dew drops beading on signs.

Deep set intentions, sowing the shine.

In the face of inheritance, a promise of mine.

Dreamboat

Testing an instance, awaiting validation

Hardly believe the reformation

Finally made it to the indication, a sublimation

Anxiously attending confirmation

Enveloped

Biting at the bit, biding my time.

Feeling for the fit, something so fine.

Cashing in the script, speaking my line.

Meet me in the slip, waiting by sign.

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