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As paralysis sets in the fear is overwhelming.
Only floating is possible
Because nothing else is real.
The desperate search for guidance and truth leaves you lonesome and sometimes useless.
Only art is real
Only creation is full.
The emptiness is lost as timelessness begins.
In the frenzy of birthing, the thick liquid of color
The mixing and melding of a universe and a soul.
Only here is reality
When I begin,
Crawling inside,
The fullness of space,
Invisible yet so tangible.
Screaming with life
Sonic sounds that vibrate and pulse
Causing chaos and churning and gasping for breath
Takes you to that place of solitude
Where quietly and subtlely penetration begins
The silent part that hides and waits till the emptiness is complete.
Teasing and taunting saying
Yes I am here…
And for one moment fills all things up, all holes and crevices where energy has leaked.
Calming the chaos, preparing the dreamer, the soul, the body
For what is to come.
Here is the turning, the spinning, the wonder, the whirling and whirling
That cleanses the soul, and casts out the devils
With outstretched arms
Embraced by a beat, more ancient than time
All lifetimes pass by
Meshed together in a blur of memory
And the clearing is made.
The choices are clear. Painting begins.
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