The story untold, unknown, and forever lost in the ebb and flow of the tides of the mind. Washing in and out to the rhythms of eternal sound. Truths lie within the folds of time, vast distances between the space of the seen and unseen. The infinite singularity of now caught in the crosswinds of the limitless breath.
To see, to speak untold truths that lie within the depths of life and death. The in-breath and the out-breath. It is here that I Am, it is here that I speak. It is here that I reveal myself, strip off the skins of the past, revealing that which has no form, no word, no thought. I am the lover the mother the brother the friend. the father the sister the daughter, grandmother, grandfather, infant child, old and dead. This is who I Am and this is my story.
Long ago in a far away land in a far off time, a traveler was born. A spark, a seed, no larger than a passing thought. A whim of the gods. a creation so unique that even the creators of this creature did not know what it was that they had brought into being.
With a breath, whew, the wanderer was born. Nomad. Intergalactic, interdimensional, spiritual psychonaut about to begin the aeons long journey through the Kosmos travelling from star to star sun to sun, galaxy to galaxy. in search of one thing.
The undefinable and the unattainable. That which has not been, that which might never be and that which might forever be.
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