Pastel electric

One day, I saw the world in technicolor… living — breathing, there . Seen that: everything’s alive. Drunk it in (.. .consumed, yum). Then it stretched out, like e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y. Focus… and I connected with (our/their) nature ____ experienceD, soul**. Then, again, I saw. It’s awoken. Now, power to it- I want to see your dilated pupils taking in the fresh light… ravage your retinas, feel you breathe that. One more set of eyes recognizing it (all of it) for its aliveness, it, as it is- over all other material expressions.

Always, as always, the most important thing to do. Break through.