New Eyes
I am made of stardust
Bumble bee intuition
The wisdom of flowing water
Free as the wind
Just a magic carpet ride away
From the next flavor of wonder
Whether we are asleep or awake
The magic is happening
Within and around us
All at once
To deny our power
Is to deny our breath
AAAOOOOOOO ! šŗ
Be. Unclench, let yourself take off.
The broomstick
does not require synthetic fuel
It just knows how to fly
The alien empress needs no approval
The spider
Weaving its webs across dimensions
All interconnected
With the heart.











