Conduit

the blue of the horizon is the planting of my foot.  the journey of the stars in the medicine of my crown.  as the lotus opens from the muck the one rhythmic breath continues just the same.  as its petals wilt we go around and around.  decay and then blossom.  exhale and then inhale.  within the soul the epochs of the cosmos live on eternally.  the friction of my skin against air creates the melody of life.  as the boundaries dissipate matter becomes energy becomes mind becomes energy becomes matter.  gliding through the unmanifest with open eyes and an open heart…

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