Session

the tapestry of memory cascades down the river of reality as it melts into fantasies...breathe..it is all just a dream , sit in your lotus and feel demons shrivel. love burns all the hate to cinder, all the pain to ash. wear your heart on your sleeve because it's titanium. wind rushes through the landscape of wonder and you begin to wonder if it all happens just like you recall. sit and breathe the fragrance sit and feel the rush of a thousand waterfalls of remembrance and then it all returns to breath...and the space in between where your eyes met your soul fills with something a bit like awareness. Science tells me matter is nothing more than concentrated thought..then did I think you into existence?did I breathe you into life? and does it all just dissapear when my eyes are wide shut? I desperetly gather shreds of life's fragments, the raw material surrounds me in spirits..bridge the gap between the abyss and the godhead. I am burning on the throne of feather and sage, I am hurled at the kaleidescope behind my eyes. Do you hear me cry inside the joy of having found something to believe? you didn't shrink back as we were scathed and I can do nothing but feel the desperation of recognition..the stunned silence when the ultimate humility of life arrives..so I kneel as the mandala catches flame around us...and the drums beat, and the horns sound to reveal the discovery of the eternal..It' s visceral and tangible explosion within my heart, and I can no longer retreat as the force of a thousand thunderstorms echoes within the caverns of conciousness. and I come back to the breathing...only the breathing..I feel the blood course and the beat of the metronome..I can do nothing but surrender, and feel myself lift like viridian petals in the summertime breeze.