It's just a matter of taking the reigns, he said. When you're just a rider, you never get to steer - - merely a package, a shipment of sorts. A body without a soul.
Now what have I done? I've sat here for an hour, getting old, and getting stoned I start thinking of you again and life and what's to come Yes, that's what I've become
Wandering the pathways, pondering intently, waiting for the moment to rise. Anxiousness taking hold, running low on time. The clock strikes twice and so we wait. The stars must first align.
Breaking through to absolute truth, what comes is what…
Brightened saturation streaming from the bluest blue; radiating hues of beauty as seen in cartoons. Puffs of cotton sail high above. A wonder of peaceful content arises. As long as it takes.