Escaping hands of Time

Holding on to nothing rather than its illusions illustrated by artifacts left by tribes of the lower Iddhi. .

As if when something never happened until imagination brings fourth manifestation...

Be aware of its translucent surroundings of what it was, what shall it be.

Be it free or frozen in time like musical notes of Timothy Leary, yet the biological potions remain most potent.

Looking at the moon in her grace shining bright over casting shadows of stars, lifted by the winds carried by aetheric wings...

Soaring high within the liquid glass eagle eyes view of self expression expansion of self into anothers reflections...

Bending,
dimensions.

The heart is free from toxicology when the lotus has risen above dark waters, embracing the cleansing light of RA.

Awakened to find oneself, back in time.
Awakened to find oneself, far in the future.

Awakening oneself, in the now free from the hands time clutch...

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Masters of Time

How many days have passed brewing thoughts jaded by conspiracy of insiders.

Pillars holding transparent shades of factrals, equation of afterlife Scripture of the winds under solar lunar rays.

For once do we not praise light of darkness falling victims to darkness of light...

Still dwelling in the caves the mind throned in craniums wired to do the demoms biddings.

What see they, through the looking glass? Prisms frozen in time watch sand flowing through eternal hourglasses, mocking mortality.

As we 3D print our way to immortality the few remain organic, fine tuning the immortal essence through legacy by word around the flame…

A sound mind can shatter any whisper from the darkness...awakening to see through new windows learning secrets of transparency.

Creating abilities to walk through time...time traveling out of mind walking in illusions by becoming one with its breath of nature.

When stone walls become liquid in its solid state, our thirst for knowledge must not be ever queched…

For evolution has just begun.

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