KurtAurelius
Bluelighter
If I allow myself to rise,
Rise of my choosing, in unison with body, and not the formation of the mind,
How distinct those moments are in separation from the void.
I’ll carry of course idea of humanity, but trusting just a few instincts,
Ingest those precious liquids and solids to sustain,
Let the body utilise its function, let the elbow flex, or let the core support the whole,
Move through space rather than confine the body into it.
A few flecks of rain they may be but eventually a lull will come, worries of getting “wet” pass and you can breathe the airs of your fellows, the trees that bristle, the birds calling in their “language” and so you are now in the earth meant to be shared.
Take care of those small needs, remove an input, and instead let this vessel inhabit its surrounding and harness the moment.
Rise of my choosing, in unison with body, and not the formation of the mind,
How distinct those moments are in separation from the void.
I’ll carry of course idea of humanity, but trusting just a few instincts,
Ingest those precious liquids and solids to sustain,
Let the body utilise its function, let the elbow flex, or let the core support the whole,
Move through space rather than confine the body into it.
A few flecks of rain they may be but eventually a lull will come, worries of getting “wet” pass and you can breathe the airs of your fellows, the trees that bristle, the birds calling in their “language” and so you are now in the earth meant to be shared.
Take care of those small needs, remove an input, and instead let this vessel inhabit its surrounding and harness the moment.
