Stop

Look

Listen to the fire glistening

Hot embers

Amber
Temper tantrum

Phantom weight
Sanctum
Sharing

As of late
S
A
N
K
Unto
A shimmering state

Stuck
Staring
Absorbed

The breathe I slowly take
Gathers life
With every note I play
From every side of spectrum
Together bound by love
Stretched throughout the cosmos
Above, in and around me
I exhale
Clear-blues and twinkling reds
Painting the seat of the soul
Intrinsically honed into being
The moment I hear the birth of possibility
Against the thought provoking silence
I breathe deep

What could be more basic, and innate, to existence than consciousness? Being aware and sensuous. Why would that not be the basis of all life?

You can make a pretty penny
If you know the ugly truth
There's a masquerade in town for all to join

Where your identity is void
If out you stand
Begin with choice
Devout I am to bring the noise
As loud as i can
Individual

Indivisable cells
The invisible self
This is a old soul session
Found on a higher shelf like my old soul left it
On a paper plane
Bent in all three dimensions made
To strain the span of your perspective
In the ways that your attention can't