Hi you,
Last year or so, the feeling of power has been an important theme in the ever-unfolding process. Written from the experience of power I like to share the following exploration with you:
The experience of power is a strange phenomenon. It is the opposition of naked skin vulnerability with unbreakability. It heightens and expands, corrupts and exuberates. I contain all of it. As slave of power, none of what has been given to me I will keep for myself. Embarking on this ever epic journey, I let the master decide what comes next. The master never wavers, it knows exactly well. It gives me what I ask for, but every answer comes with many unexpected side effects.
I have conquered ancient demons, confronted the dark absorbed from light. I let battles be fought between vulnerability and pride. And yet here I stand. Taller now, only mountains match this vibe. As I am a rigid mountain, and a flowing wave alike. Only one master I obey, love, the flow of life. Give it your own name, but never carve it in stone. Only experience shall ever truly be known.
Kissed by demons, kissed by grace, let me now glide towards my fate. It has taken so long, and yet it never happened. I dissolved time with a stroke, broke the infinite like a glass door. Loss is the only thing I know, as fear of loss is merely a show. I broke the body, took everything away. I replaced it with the universe giving birth to itself, over and over again. Are you not entertained?