Our final lesson of life is letting go of the physical plain altogether. We observe a body and bodies of a collective whole but live in a place not bound by flesh.
No longer speaking the language of flesh but that of ancient stars. We hear all, see all, without the necessity of labeling of things.
Merely observing the observer and thoughts ebb and flow. As in the self, collectively as a whole. The time is now, present as it may be.
Twinkle, twinkle little star, sing to me wherever you may be. Flow-through, sing with me — heal this chaotic collective thought.
Accepting what was, what is and what is yet to come. Cut creator, co-creator however it is spelled, we are singularly and collectively changing worlds.
In this final lesson, we throw out all the sheet music once sung, canvases depicting broken, books regurgitating creative thought — embodied we are.
It is a wonderful feeling to be publishing on KTHT again. Reading through the latest, noting many new writers, or maybe they have changed their names. It seems there is a lot of that happening on Medium, people changing their names. So be it.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.