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   walking down
Medium Way
   i am unconscious
lost in the Clouds

   rather than Choosing
i pay no notice
   as i am Nudged
this way and that
   only to be Surprised
when i arrive
   at an unintended Destination

though the puppetMasters’
   prompts and prods
      are Subtle
their schemes of World *******
   are Not
      and i
but a Grain of sand
   in their grand Design

i wonder the Consequences
   when I choose to break Step
   and Venture past the surf
into a Different world
One less traveled

releasing all
choosing to own nothing
   but this Moment

it will soon pass
but hopefully
   another will Follow

on the open sea
having slipped the moorings
a long time ago
waves and clouds
the only horizon

adrift
   alone
is a safe harbor even real anymore
   or is the only future
waves and Storms

Dreaming about a future
One of love and joy
Spreading out
Infecting all of humanity

Stepping out of uncertainty
Claiming creativity
Embracing the power I have
To dream a new reality

If the function of the mind
Is to create story
Then why do so many
Attempt to use it
To discern truth

What does this moment bring
Who ordained it
   and what can I learn

All good questions
   that miss the point entirely
For questions lead to story
And this moment has none

It is as I am

The sound of surf
Sets a crisp contrast
   to the calm that surrounds me

Conscious of emerging modalities
Spawning lyrical lines
   into the cacophony of life
I take this moment forward
   sensing who I am