Death of every after thought and preconceived notions, and a silky humble silhouette, parallels with the surfaces of oceans, the physical realm becomes absent and transcends programmed fears, into a place of blissfullness, it disintegrates in the twilight of passing years, somewhere in a place where silence-becomes a joyful sound, the discovery of a new found instrument, naked footsteps on solid grounds, the tranquil mother earth-a new found holy home, naked, and stripped of everything, "once upon a time" I physically own, I am spirit, I am free, I am my very soul, a realm of non physical activities, forever young, for never old, negativity deflects, off my white bubble of positive energy, oh how I love becoming one, a union with the center me, oh how I love my new best friend, my brother, the holy ghost, we laugh, we elope, the safe keepers of every hope, liquid minds and solid hearts becomes a seperation, the body dies and returns to dust, yet we evolve, spiritual elevation, and the greatest peace we behold, and worries we bury under, and a vessel I become, an opening flow of gods creative wonders. Peace.
