Keep the fires burning for all to become artists.
Of their own imprints, akashic files for miles.
"Hello Self. Nice to meet you. Excuse me while I kiss my inner child."
Ego is dissolved integrating wild like the wind.
There is no path for planning.
Why am I never understanding?
All we do is change the dance when the song unwinds
seconds before the universe unfolds what needs to be heard.
Line after line surrounds the eyes on the face of the future.
Will worry become extinct?
One Billion years in the blink of the One-Eyed God.
Our glory in uncertainty and surrender forever.
Close to God breathing and birthing us into existence
with consciousness glyphs.
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