Openness happening
a poem on connectivity
I woke up a few days ago and had these words echoing in the midst of my sleep. I’m not sure exactly what they mean, but they feel important, so I’m sharing. Would love your thoughts!
There’s an openness that is happening
That is entrapping
Moving through illusions
To sensory improvements
Leading to the edge of civilization
Karmic refuge
Deluge
Holding on, breathing in
Outward breath
You’re not on meth
Hands touching
Energy beaming
Abundance
We have arrived
