Not sure if I reinvent myself roughly every seven years or I just peel away some illusions and discover a finer presence come to light, but I feel these sheddings of skin as liberating and a metamorphosis of the soul that both calms and excites while Phoenix like I turn to ash drifting heavenward. Ive never felt lost on this journey home nor comfortable where Im at. Ive been a wanderer, a seeker, astral dreamer, pilgrim, explorer, cosmic dancer, and round about court jester prankster. But Ive never been attached to things or phases- even names given to me. Its all an unfolding of greater mysteries to come. Theres no map for the road Im on, no turnarounds or even pavement- no rest stops or fueling stations, its the force itself thats pulling one on. I continue as I begun: crawling on towards oblivion.
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 03:24:15 +0000
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