Spiral Out

Black then white are all I see

In my infancy.

Red and yellow then came to be,

Reaching out to me,

Lets me see.

As below, so above and beyond,

I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason.

Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over-thinking, over-analyzing separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must Feed my will to

feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see

In my infancy.

Red and yellow then came to be,

Reaching out to me.

Lets me see

There is so much more

And beckons me

To look through to these Infinite possibilities.

I imagine

drawn outside the lines of reason.

Push the envelope.

Watch it bend. Over-thinking,

over-analyzing separates the body from the mind.

Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me

to cross the line.

Reaching out to embrace the random.

Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to

I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm,

to feel connected

To swing on the spiral,

to swing on the spiral,

With my feet upon the ground

I lose myself between the sounds And open wide

to suck it in.

I feel it move across my skin.

I'm reaching up and reaching out.

I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.

Whatever will bewilder me.

We'll ride the spiral to the end And may just go where

no one's been.

Spiral out.

Keep going.

Spiral out. Keep going.

Spiral out.

Keep going.