Such a wonder that a child of the sun and rain known and loved the world over does not exist. My body is light. lighter than the clouds that gave birth to mother rain. As light as the suns rays the father that illuminates my soul.
no place to go. nothing to do. hanging effortleasly in that place between being and not being for eternity. Following the sun in its spinning through the void.
Awareness is turning on a light in a dark room. Nothing is as imagined. Or turning off a light so that the images closed their immediacy. Sounds and smells and touch. Breath now in now out. Birds. Not birds. Sounds. Not sounds. Before sounds. Vibrating atoms. Once against another. Bumping and twitching and spinning. From there to here. Calcium cartilidge vibrating. Electrical
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