nightly rambles

Times a wasten, no talk about the year that follows 2011, but rather the awakening moment when the orbits shift and the earth takes a hit from the universe, and tests us with problems more difficult than equations, though im not hatin on mathematical persuasions, cuz the voice speaks in numbers and colours and octaves that musically write on pencilled lines, going back to revise only if it needs revision, but if it don’t then just leave it, like the son left his parents to shine in the east from the west, directed north, opposite the southern root of the bark and the leaves, the base of the tree is only seen thru peered eyes n free bodies that are not afraid of change. stay with the source and pray with the breeze of dreams that sweep you over the rug, not under it. levitate with it. release it with the wind with ashes of the cremated, peace to the souls that have already elevated, do not be perplexed by decisions deeming difficult, look at it simply, and accept its flow, prolong the dawning life, as we are only at the beginning, there is a child alive in both young and old beings, we are each sewn on different seamings, the needle comes down like a dark cloud just to see where we’re at sometimes. but in the greys, lightness is found as we identify the ego and push it underground.