Subconscial View

Those spirits moving in their undulating rhythms, can’t say they’re not calling to me, but they do wave to me, and carry on in their effervescent atmosphere, making their patterns in the sky, ascending to an invisible heaven to rejoin the rebirth of the universal mind, it’s eye watching time not space, lingering out of place, another dimension, space time and mind, the within without within. Make yourself home on the crystal ship that isn’t sailing anywhere; it’s already there. Drifting in time, the sands are frozen in place, the hourglass is rotating around the sand, the pedestal moves in place, molecular frozen motion it’s what’s causing all the corrosion, layering upon itself to build itself into a new momentum, this reality is going to be one monument to discover. This painting of God spans across Time.