Excelsior Ave - The Summer of 2008
California Sunshine, a wonderful bed to wake up in - I am starting to realize and recognize its wave, length and width. Getting accustomed to new surroundings, fine-tuning the local sense of sunrise. Yet today I am not waking up, I am coming home, while my love is still miles and miles behind, up and out there, here in my arms. Again, a new acquaintance connects the self with the aura of spational acoustics, transducing new sights, new taste, new touch, new sounds - hear, now.
Shared Light like tiny droplets of color from heaven, underneath the ever blue white green. Today a state of trance like never reached before, near previous experiences but this time taming the sacral dragon (
Don't be afraid). The clarity of synchronicity still remains half an hour later, one hour later, until one-and-a-half after crossing the faithful half-world-wide-bridge, landing in this bed, coming home, mountain-high.
That much closer to the Sun during a seasonal recurrence spiced by Saturn; easy to get burned - the more reason to stay cool - stronger flow of ki. A beast unleashed, its powers caught, absorbed by counter-swing. Peace of mind, focus becomes me, pulling new horizons in. New life, new love and Abakus - here, now.
.: blissed be :.
