sitting atop the clouds. now flying high. after three days in New York City, a new state of mind. fresh consciousness and an expanded heart. fixed. fixated. this is my ride. i cruise with multiplicity. i choose my experience. i have chosen life.
full moon power. the city illuminated at dusk. now i see the filth of the city. with all its intricacies, sights, characters, odors, pleasantries and clamor. no dullness. only completely dulled out and ringing. clearly for upliftment. zen. space. place. existence. and in this…. perfection.
bright doors, and varied signs. lucky patches of greenery. trees that tell stories and reach their arms to you. like a long lost friend. concrete yards filled with flowers. fruit stands with variety. shades of grey and greys and brown and blacks. concrete. brick. peeling paint. skeletons. history and birth. rebirths and death and deaths. over and over and over again. every foot in the city pounding out a rhythm. adding to the rhythm of life. the pulse. of the planet. fulfilled. flowing. strong.
i leave this Time. a different step in my stride. hips sway. eyes wide. a smile. a stare. a glimmer. the future is full and bright and vast. the gates have swung wide. the light is upon us and i continue to fly. knowing. seeing. feeling. hearing.
Life: a grande illusion.
this is the biggest illusion yet.
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