I am the material embodiment of Spirit, and yet I am here and not here.
I see you and feel the sacred geometry of your subtle bodies pass through my fields.
My consciousness is both present and travelling through astral planes,
Working in my dreams to conjure reality into being.
As my vibration morphs and shifts, the sands of my relationships flicker and judder,
Trying to adjust to the new frequencies of light and sound.
I am molten lava, melding and separating into new realms and experiences,
Spiralling out of a life bound by conditions, and into another of lucidity and flow.
Each ever present NOW, is evolving out of the wisdom of the past, and into a future not yet known, but already formed.
I am me, but not me.
Pixellated. Abstract. Surrealist.
Illuminated in the dark.
Shadow energies jerking and fleeing as my awareness expands.
There is a need to control, until control itself deserts you.
There is a need to conform, until conformity exposes the differences within you.
And there is a need to hold on, until the lacy fabric of your life crumbles between your fingers.
I am the embodiment of Soul, and my choices cannot be undone.
I am guided by a force much more powerful than I;
That seeks to squeeze the full juice out of life,
Like each drop was the last.
No matter that I might be fearful.
No matter that I doubt myself.
My light will carry on shining,
Like the beacon of stardust that brought me here.
Wave after wave of plasma winds.
Surge after surge of galactic rhythms.
I AM the eternal embodiment of Spirit,
And who knows where this will end.