Our final lesson of life is letting go of the physical plain all together. We observe a body and bodies of a collective whole but live in a place not bound by flesh.
No longer speaking language of flesh but that of ancient stars. We hear all, see all without necessity of labeling of things.
Merely observing the observer and thoughts ebb and flow. As in the self, collectively as whole. The time is now, present as it may be.
Twinkle twinkle little star, sing to me wherever you are. Flow through me, sing with me as we heal this chaotic collective thought.
Accepting what was, what is and what is yet to come. Cut creator, co-creator however it is spelled, we are singularly and collectively changing worlds.
In this final lesson we throw out all the sheet music once sang, canvases depicting broken, books regurgitating creative thought…embodied we are.