My multitudes are mercurial the ever shifting sand of self spills through tightly clenched fists scattered by hot wind into oblivion Not fully embodied by either the single granular piece nor the expansive vastness of the dunes rather residing somewhere in between The jarring duel perspective of being the witness and the subject simultaneously surreal surveillance of mind and body fabricated force of strained separation Taking action is a distraction over-the-top over analyzing of reality obscures the resounding hum of here and now learning to let go and simply allow Releasing the tension of assumed control setting down the false shield of ego to finally reveal the safety we've been seeking was hiding behind the fear of full surrender
Protect the Innocent 