Cliff

There is a Cliff right after

.........one more
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.......................Where the sound viewer sees that
Power


falls

and turns into

CH EE S E

Today

Today I am bored.
sick.
tired, but not that happy sleepy tired.
The tired you get when you don't have anything left.
When you can't think of anything else because you already thought of everything, and frankly, you're sick of thinking all together.
When you go from the frantic search to the dull realization of life, which turns out to be fiction after all.

My mouth is not clamped shut.
But tiredness empties the giddy slap happy need to explode with nothing of any real importance.
So I sit quietly with the back of my throat pulling at words that don't exist, unable to say anything at all.


Who I want to be

Unclouded
Perfectly Free
Undeceived
Loose but Steady
Strong but Open
Whole and Clear
Transparent to my Soul
Spilling with Power
Pouring out Wisdom
Overflowing with Love
So that darkness cant abide
And falseness can't survive where
Truth enters the Heart and Mind.
Not so Black and not so White,
The Universe is not made of
Eyes glaring
But is as crystal glass
And placid water.
No mind knows. No eyes see.
Power is created by perfect Unity.
Perfect Individuality.
Together and Unique.
Alone and not Lonely.
The Knots untied
Centered
Balanced

Full