to the soul of the world
mind be the door
to memory immortal
images ingrained with energy
springing up from withinity
seen on the screen
of the vision stream
fleeting photos flow
over the inner geography
are they projected
from another source
of light? from where
do these beams originate?
colors casted creativity
from an untraceable source
visiting instantaniously then
leaving infinite strains yet
no tracks to follow
back, how do we row
upstream to the mouth
of the mighty living river
of inner vision?
If you know, lets go
skinny dippin
leap from raised boulders
on the banks
and plunge
in till the splash settle
look up and see
the ripples reach
look down and let
the depths glow,
let me know-
why should we go up for air?
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