A dark cloud sits idle, waiting.
From movement to aliveness, feeling to being.
Each strip flips behind the eyes.
Caught in thought.
Molecular construct.
Piece by piece.
Forming. Shaping. Unknowing.
The cloud moves.
Heaviness starts to build.
Brick by brick.
The weight grows tired.
Thickness residue locks.
How you are equals fine.
Facial muscles confined.
Sun light fades.
No piercing through.
Hope drowns in the sea of golden bubbles.
Beauty still moves outside of the glass.
Floating through space.
The cloud moves from sky to blanket.
A familiar friend.
Judgement aside.
Mind to slide.
Step by step.
Still moving.
Still dying.
Curious blink focuses inward.
The time to unwind turns to the hand of once was.
Shallow breath becomes lighter depth.
There behind each brick.
Each bubble.
Through the blanket.
The souls meal.
Every beat pulsing.
Flowing.
River red.
Love internal.
Love eternal.
Invisible protection.
The blanket begins to crack.
Pieces fall into tears.
Years of fear dis…appear.
Another cloud forms and sits idle.
It’s there waiting.
Once a director in control.
Behold the teacher.
Transmits the soul.
The feeling still familiar, yet subtle.
Not meant to hold, not meant to push away.
Sense isn’t about why.
It’s about sensation.
Shapes and flows.
One with one.
Light into lightness.
Each breath.
Each step.
Becomes a dance through the thickness.