Rhythmic low tones drown out the subtle thought matter that has flooded this present moment into a stagnate puddle of -what-if's- and -what-could be's-
I swim the shallow seas in search of a lurking ego.
To view its enormity in its natural setting, to find the beast and set it free.
Sticky, murky souls, collected on the brim of my understanding, Weighing down the high levels achieved.
Their heady waters blur my envisioned light love, Blinding me entirely.
Feeding my energetic needs through heavily worded ramblings
and third eye openings.
I dive deeper into internal dwellings,
A cognitive repositioning of what is just beyond my understanding.
My being.
My everything that is and could potentially be.
From the darkest crevasses and deepest catacombs.
To the most elevated ramblings and soft spoken prayers to weeping willow trees.
I am everything, and it is all free.