Know yourself

Life is one path. Disguised in a multitude of

Distinctly

Naked

Infinities.

Consistently outside the consistency of the

Box

It effortlessly creates

And

Sustains.

Undeniably and simultaneously.

Even now.

I channel the muse

Like

An antenna. A receiver.

Tapping in and out

From dimension to dimension

In Ouroboric fashion

Chasing myself, consuming myself

By myself.

The meaning is

Amorphous.

It escapes from my mouth like vapor

The moment I attempt to tie it down with concept it

Nonchalantly in its infinite prowess

Blends

With the boundaries and limits of language

And

Delivers its message unceasingly

Potently

In all things

Always and All ways

Lead

Home.

What a conundrum if you Choose to look at life that way.

I speak of the subtle mystery of existence

The evident essence and embodiment therein

Defiantly and playfully leveling our Towers of Reason

It

Supersedes

Them

And

Merges with our self-inflicted torment

Revealing our

Dormant

Divinity.

Our lineage remains unobscured by our ignorance

It is often times enhanced by it

I speak to you entranced just having danced by it

We are all utterly romanced by it whether we realize it or not

After all, nothing real

Is ever lost.

We are not here to know where the path leads

We are here to walk

To cross paths like a hashed shadow

Lovingly and Cosmically

Stroked upon the canvas of the cosmos.

Why?

So that you may Know yourself.

For to know yourself, is to Be yourself.