There is more adventure in this body

There is love bubbling still from the womb space

Where creativity falls upward into consciousness

First pushing up stagnated thoughts

To be felt and seen- lived and learned

Time is an illusory idea

A moment for the soul to travel over endless lifetimes

Roaming until we find our way back Home

Getting stuck in limitations of nightmares

Forgetting dream weaving webs of countless possibilities,

twinkling like stars, ripening like apples, to be plucked and enjoyed.

When hallucinations have been fully integrated into the fullness of heart

She flows eternally.