You've found yourself sitting on, laying in and now becoming the earth. Eyes are saphires locked to the heavens. All the while your being is tilled into the pulse in the ground. Gravity digests you as the grass props you up. Ponderance of the cosmos has never been so top of mind. 'Have we cracked the sky?' In an effort to ground the runwild imagination, you fluidly usher your 3 demensions around the glowing embers. Once gazing in you are again knockled off centre. You've clawed through the strife and found the safety of fire... only to discover molten energy itself.. the ubiquitous core of all things is this pool of liquid scorch you now sit apearch of. 'Have we broken the earth? It's shell now open, we've let loose the time dragon?' space x time = sound, and sound alone will tell where we're going. The best plan to a safe shore is breathing in through the ears and soothing the sorrow of your human heart. All is fleeting and all is smooth once pressed... so don't worry if you slip on the crispy bits.
