who grows up beside thee
flowing into light
james rosing rising right
who got wind
,me you for all who knows true
being blowing living seed
who grows up beside thee
Subjective Crown
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 .
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