Allowing myself to drift
beyond the mind
allowing all
of who I thought
myself to be
to be pulled apart
into the nothingness
to die
to who I thought
my self to be
Drifting
in the primordial soup
of creation
until. . .
bits and pieces
of my soul wisdom
are drawn together
into a new
dance of creation
with new etudes
of music
wafting in the air
beyond the qualia
of the mind
dissolving
creating
dissolving
creating anew
in each
and every moment.







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