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Queen of (Her Head In) the Clouds

I exist now in the liminal space of the imagined and the unimaginable. Playing in the vibrations of creative flow and the unknown. I have transcended time and space to become one with the realm of Dream. It is here that I give birth to a new identity, or rather, the shedding of all those who were simply Acts in the play of Human. We are Divine, and in time, we learn to laugh at the mirages of struggles and sacrifices we so decided to co-create. Divine Comedy. There are worlds beyond this one that are more real than reality itself. But I do not wish to take away from the intimacy of this moment for us all... here and now... blood, flesh, and bone spinning on planet Earth around a star. Or so it seems...
 
At some point, we must all recognize ourselves as artists. Creators of logic, or of mayhem. Whatever whimsy will we listen to today? I smile at you like the Cheshire Cat. For us wise ones are very silly indeed. We can be One. We can be Two. I can be me. And I can be you. Or neither, or nothing. Or straightforward. Enigmatic. Calm and erratic. Because just as you think you’ve figured it out... life turns your “right” around like the stream in a trout 🙃🌊🐟.
Queen of (Her Head In) the Clouds
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Queen of (Her Head In) the Clouds

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