A Short Break

I love a short break

I call it

a short break

And it goes like this:

Waves channelling my book of shadows

I open body smile.

Painting languages from scratch

Softening grips

And tripping egos forget

I joy drop the fixed.

Tapping battle rocket focus

Sound magic

Form cracking rifts

Ka

Boom

Ra

Yeah, syncing beats to muse

I revel in this turn

Of prophets with nothing to do but ride

Bada boom ba ba

Digging it

I dirt root to fly vibrations

Beyond crowns and mere speculations

a short break renders me

Potent interface direct

Hell yes!

And I dance –

Sensations reign

A curious meditation

To the lush

Home

OM

Syncing in breathing out

Betwixt i go

To theta

On the fly

Quest my web get unseen

Fire the cauldrons

And Cast her beats, still

Star birthing it

Moving the tides

Yo!

Nadis streaming live

I go for a ride

Detail lines and tune to ride this that nobody knows

Brain-waves

(Up down

S

I

D

E

Ways rifts)

Clear earth nadis

Root up in choice fields.

Bam

Kink eyed

And crafting

To know

Now

This poem is in your mind