Denoise

meditation or denoise-ation, back to black, at last. you’ll know it when you get there.

they calling me teacher… teach her. I thought I had to be in a classroom doing 1 2 3.

instead I found unbounded was the way to be… silly me.

slow walking into your mind, seemingly invited. reached out for the cusps of your amygdala, only to be greeted by you smiling.

everything, everywhere, silently rested upon her shoulder…

should her, purpose be grounded in you? or should it be for me? slowly penetrating deep while I ponder.

very next moment fading away, forgoed plunder, revealing all eyes are eternal…. me.