Becoming conscious of being it,
letting go of the objective and adjusting to the subjective feeling,
for this illusion being living dreaming thinking,
of in this vessel, I am,
Believing these words bringing producing heir,
knowing to be bold dominate perfect clear.
Becoming conscious of being it,
I soften the grip on the objective
settling into the truth of feeling
my inner side where knowing lives.
This illusion breathing,
dreaming, thinking, living, in this vessel
I am.
Belief moves through these words,
bringing, producing heir
a lineage of clarity and strength.
upon imaginary mind, I stand bold,
dominant in calm,
perfectly clear cleansing chaos everywhere
for in align chosen its own light,
a presence choosing itself,
now subjectively, mirroring these words I crown ideally,
upon thee, me being lovingly true enjoying you,
Art baby blue.
