What once was has come and gone. What comes now has stepped beyond.
Beyond the concepts of patterns long past. Regenerating new life from the ash.
Being here I feel the flow. Is it someone from the past I know?
Dressed in colors of a peacock, I search for the ones who have my hearts’ lock.
Within the time of form and flow, I feel for those whom I long and know.
I feel into this confident part. She wants to run before the race starts.
How is it that I am here? In this place there is no fear.
The strings reach out from the harp within. Catching reframes of those who have been.
It is a symphony of which I am a part. We are here to bring back a sensual art.
Art that has no form in time and space. It is simply the pulse of the universal gates.
But in this place its shape moves and bends, into forms with unlimited ends.
Nothing matters, as nothing is real. So why not grab the illusions I feel.
I breathe in this salty air. It caresses my skin and blows at my hair.
I feel my self unraveling the tight cords. Something relaxes the mental hoards.
This is a good place to finally be. Beyond my minds stormy sea.
I feel my heart yearn for everything. All the pleasure and all the pain.
Pain is not what we have been told it is. It is simply the soul’s resistance to what could be bliss.
But the mind loves to control and argue it’s case. It desires to win and control its base.
Its base of reality that keeps the illusion of the truth, from breaking the soul through to eternal freedom and youth.
Not the youth that is wasted on the young. But the youth that experiences all of life as fun.
Remember when you saw life with the eyes of wonder. That part is still there if you reach inside and under.
Under your minds endless chatter that distracts you from what really matters.
Deep within the pain is bliss. Deep inside there is nothing amiss.
So I am here. So where are you? I wait in the bar under the sunny blue.
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