Geometricity

Floating freely on the divine wind blowing from within a cosmic jack in the box unleashed from it's human tin my mind shed the constrictions of mortal flesh and skin as a journey through consciousness did begin. The morphing, textural layers of realities fabric woven before me to make something magic this life so simple, yet complicatingly tragic. Geometricity hiding behind my eyes always withinin view yet often out of reach or sight my place amongst the glittering stars at night is re-affirmed with a giggled childish delight. The pyramid beckons from a far out dimension whispering secrets that it should not mention hinting and leading all kinds of direction guiding my mind and it's trailing attention such clarity of sight from this spiritual ascension. As individual straw strands weave a single hay bale the yin needs the yang like male and female these countless incarnations of my souls glorious tale a glimpse beneath the godly veil at kingley vale. ©John-Ovan.P.Hull