I am torn… But untethered.

i am torn.. but untethered…

transferance of energy..

howling around inside a globally magnificent multi-dimensional

pathologically illogical eccentricity..

one hour left..

till the sun’s rays peak out at the dawning of a shift in movement..

moving inward…

i feel my insides.. aren’t we all just made up of matter?

moving outward…

i feel others.. doesnt everyone just want to get lathered?

with leather..

sometimes… i am as hard as a rock…

and sometimes.. i am light as a feather…

feed me the real stuff.. i don’t like pleather…

don’t overthink the meaning of this poem too much..

Simply put..

i am torn.. but untethered..

Written by Sepi (c) Copyright, September 2007.

She and I both like to play with crystal toys…

Dancing on a spiritual cloud…

Whisping inside interdimensional portals while smiling and laughing out loud…

Little human ego dramas bring needless struggle to heedless souls…

If we all just let go..

If we all just let go..

Just let go

Just let go

Let go

Let go…

Let…

Then for one moment in time, consciousness would rise up and dance with us on this cloud I bet.

Further and further I go..

Yet.. closer and closer I get.

The mystery of life is not found in the physical..

I am just not typical.. by any means..

Not because I am any different than you…

I am just mostly empty and channeling through..

While others may be filled with noise..

My cat.. she has so much grace and poise…

She and I both like to play with crystal toys.

These three eyes that I have been blessed with…

Well.. They see.. They see.. They see so much of life’s rebirth..

Through the eyes of a child…

Innocent yet a bit wild…

Consecrate me into eternal infinity.

Written by Sepi: Copyright (c) June 2011