She walks within this creation
without a doubt.
The substructure of humanity, the origination, the runs of crosses and crises more sincere, and more founded, without the lords deciding there is heresy.
The shattering of the old.
The reconfiguration, a cautious glow.
A look at our universal self. Our universal...
Little girl, wandering over yonder there,
searching for her right,
seeking the infinite views,
and restoring her light.
The physical eyes they see distortions of the self.
They see reflections that project back the external you.
Take down the mirrors and remove those echoes.
When do we walk bare feet onto our Sacred Ground? ...
Nothing to dress the body
nothing to readdress the self
nothing but silence—
the warrior is done.
We all have the ability to meet Illusion; she has such wonderful seductive power. She can sooth the nerves, wipe your brow and meet the highs with the diligence of supporting your every want.
The coat of colours was not mute enough, serious enough, conformed enough— no it was loud, shocking, funny, unique—and this coat created an individual.
Forgather of drama, no more.
Partake in no encumbrance.
Nullify the thoughts of destruction.
Create a void, trapping falsehoods.
Breathe to escape those lairs.
Your immensity of spirit, your light, your open heart, your compassion and the strength are not in duality, but in oneness.
The answer is your answer; it is not mine, and I do not know your question, and nobody else can; they are not here to traverse your journey.