I want to get higher

...Transcend...

And become lighter

Morphing into a thing

completely seperate

from my self

...Release the I...

and embrace the Am

Let go and watch

as I fall into bedded clouds

of soft redemption

Puddles gleaming in the

muddy pallet

of my soft foot prints

As I dance on the edge of

Resplendence

My eyes open

Rest on vast rolling fields

And that independence

Flies out in all directions

...Cerulean and Melancholy...

Its all the same difference

So I breathe

in and out, in a pattern that

is no longer laced with doubt

My hearts beating

echoes with your voice

Embracing tones of the

melodies sinking in

and out

of my mind

As I lose IT.

becoming Higher and Lower

sequences of empty and fuller

Sands of existence pouring

from my ladle

of exquisite suffering

In tune with the beats of

every thing and then

...nothing...

I become Higher

molding and impressing

and then decompressing

I...breathe.