The substructure of humanity, the origination, the runs of crosses and crises more sincere, and more founded, without the lords deciding there is heresy.
Although,
she lives upon the sunlit planet her heart they say,
lies in the woven matrix that contains the threads of the universal eternity
and the clarity of the evolving consciousness.
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.
There are many paths in this life, ours is unique, but whichever path you are on the ultimate goal of life is to be the creator of play within this life.
