the Gift
Diving into the depths of my Self-
Expression is the key to opening doors that
I am seeking beyond measure
What has already found me
Spiraling up through the 3rd eye of a perfect storm
Entering the sounds of silence as
Clouds dissolve revealing
A simple radiance
Infinite within its own right
Left now, wide open with
Tears dropping from the heavens
Above and within me
There is no thing in which all is
Apparent and the sun
Together as one
Both shine without borders or
Walls corrupting in a sense
In a way it’s all meant to be
Broken up to pour down
the truth of the matter which
In another dimension this
Fragmentation proves to me false
Perspective influencing perception
Creates a reality of choice
How to live
How to die
How often to ask the question
¿Why?
Am I actually here?
Answers come in
Unexpected ways
Expand and open
All is in order after all
To receive is the key that
I mentioned before
Awaken to presence like
It’s Christmas morning
a Gift
a Gift
a Gift
