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Spine like an arrow Brian like a bow This vessel is rooted deeply Rear this soul, out I go And these cloths I leave behind, All worries, doubts and relations as a whole Every mirror in mind removed, gone Now, only contact with something yet to unfold. I've imagined all of my ambitions and wonders into a clear box, Because words are never used in these realms where the entities live your every thought Neither judgmental, nor contemptuous - Without hindrance they'll give guidance Next, "thank you, I think I get" I felt. It felt back, "word." And it was all good. . . I don't know how much time has gone by, it's irrelevant. "Whoa"! I say! Woah! Suddenly Incandescent light roars all around Quite quickly I've become suddenly shot back down I can hear strange dissonance, hallow harmonic sounds Visions are fleeting, but the scenes flash like packs of hounds Running through the forest, on the trial - - - I am nature creating pathways like rivers I am creation nurturing the ascension of trees because they're high I am the willow tree unifying some heavens and Earth, The one culpable, mess of a man responsible for having a ***** I could be the ruler of chaos, but I'd rather be the believer in truth she teaches - Venus Awake, and back to a recognizable reality, I step out of bed Head to the shower to ponder over the place I'd just been And the rest of the day, try and implement what I feel is right Not by saying to much but by listening and, By letting another know that it's okay, that sometimes you just have to give in I'm right here with you, you don't need to fight me, I don't have arms for this, no. Help; is what I do and Help; is what we all receive, this is okay too. Will you wounder with me, there's no side of the fence I love you. This will all be something soon. (?) Spine like an arrow Brian like a bow This vessel is rooted deeply Rear this soul, out I go etc...
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Visions of the Other realms
Spine like an arrow Brian like a bow This vessel is rooted deeply Rear this soul, out I go And these cloths I leave behind, All worries, doubts and relations as a whole Every mirror in mind removed, gone Now, only contact with something yet to unfold. I've imagined all of my ambitions and wonders into a clear box, Because words are never used in these realms where the entities live your every thought Neither judgmental, nor contemptuous - Without hindrance they'll give guidance Next, "thank you, I think I get" I felt. It felt back, "word." And it was all good. . . I don't know how much time has gone by, it's irrelevant. "Whoa"! I say! Woah! Suddenly Incandescent light roars all around Quite quickly I've become suddenly shot back down I can hear strange dissonance, hallow harmonic sounds Visions are fleeting, but the scenes flash like packs of hounds Running through the forest, on the trial - - - I am nature creating pathways like rivers I am creation nurturing the ascension of trees because they're high I am the willow tree unifying some heavens and Earth, The one culpable, mess of a man responsible for having a ***** I could be the ruler of chaos, but I'd rather be the believer in truth she teaches - Venus Awake, and back to a recognizable reality, I step out of bed Head to the shower to ponder over the place I'd just been And the rest of the day, try and implement what I feel is right Not by saying to much but by listening and, By letting another know that it's okay, that sometimes you just have to give in I'm right here with you, you don't need to fight me, I don't have arms for this, no. Help; is what I do and Help; is what we all receive, this is okay too. Will you wounder with me, there's no side of the fence I love you. This will all be something soon. (?) Spine like an arrow Brian like a bow This vessel is rooted deeply Rear this soul, out I go etc...
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
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