Worlds

Swoosh... here... edge, rock, awake, why?

Swoosh... flow through the wind swept away. we melt into sky, worls not even a con.......... in a dream. I flowed through the tubes and pipes of myself created into myself through myself because of myself due to myself only to myself through my self and all NOW... back, awake, on the shore of Consciousness and everything is... and the wind laughs. Oh ALL is laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laughahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

colors of sticks dancing along the ripples of that fantastic placid lake, through which I had been wind swept myself countless times in an-ever-attempt all to please:... me? me? me? me? me? me? me? me? me?

I feel moved at the flow of myself within myself against my pipes and boundaries themselves composed of... what what what? And all here... to gile, to dosere, to whom? If I netflow into you? And you into me? So much... to have you... observe me... yet you... flow into us and back...
eternal flow FLOW. OF. BEING.

Immense dance of countless empires and possibilities and colors and laughters, all of them melting into this singular point of... what what what???? NOW.

Keep, NOW.
Is NOW.
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Will, Truth, Love.

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