What is unique to me is disillusioned to you…
What I sing is chaotic to you…
What I feel is thought for you…
What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
Normality, conformity, expectation of socioparody
We are nothing but mere shimmers of our truest, fullest, most utmost potential.
Constructs, limitations, bound and chained to the preconceptionalized notions of a reality that is built upon the untruth of our equality.
As I stand at the edge of reason, tethering off the precipice of understanding, the human mind stretches at the bane of illusion. What we have come to know, to believe, to experience is so far fetched from that which is so unequivocally beautiful inside each and every single one of us.
Harken the siren’s call for clarity, that which is RIGHT NOW reverberating through the socio-consciousness. Altering, shattering, awakening, urging, beckoning, rediscovering.
In the most simplest form. For all paths lead to the absolution in nothingness, yet nothingness is the container for all that is. And omnipresent beingness, awareness, isness.
This is the moment in which I decide, the moment in which I draw a line in the sand. I tell the story of my life the way I want it to be. Living in a multi-expressive universe, all is possible. Removal of the imposing constructs leads to freedom untarnished. Today, at this very exact moment change direction, not telling the reality of my life as I see it.
The reality of my life as I feel it, all infused and imbued with joy and happiness. YES!
Feel the thunder of my soul and clamor with me, for this moment is bequeathed to us in service of jubilee.