Synclarity

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 :.