Michelangelo chisels the excess
revealing David’s stone-faced symbol
of another belief, altering consciousness briefly,
momentarily space and time ceasing
to exist in the physical, shape-shifting
animalistic, sentient being, objective
forgotten with puffs of smoke.
Enters Renovuo dream-like presence
categorizing, studying awakened souls
sleeping or transcending thought reality,
unable to communicate, rendered paralyzed
top to bottom, root, astral to spiritual planes
of existence or non-existence, do we know?
Near-Death Experience, NDE, penned the highest
forms of consciousness, altered or clear pathways,
de-cluttered mind entering akashic waves
of truth, transpiring, inspiring, exasperating
skirmish remains, adapted truths
falsely instilled, distilled, and diluted,
yet struggle persists.
Varying levels, merely perception, and labels of things
go bump in the night-time dream-like states,
trash compacted, ejected, removed from cosmos
now, sight restored, as the rain has fallen.
Onerous leading to dualistic belief, riding,
roller coasters up and down, belief in good and evil,
until the great purge, emesis of all there is.
Returning to Oneness, wholeness, pure energy,
consciousness beyond thought, space, and time
immortal, just becoming as it was in the beginning,
the end remains in giving up our identity of sorts, Oh yes
just struck a chord.
How can we become anything, when we already are?
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Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.