Riding the Wind

 


Have you ever felt the wind at your back?

Pushing forward ever so fast.

In control yet letting go, you know?

These are my feelings that are creating impressions,

Knowing they are something better shall take space,

Out picturing the air land and sea opening three ideal doors for me. 

Firstly, To dominate the air inside breathing thinking thee,

Surrounding the Sun radiating light upon I. 

Secondly,  to travel the galaxy world in mind loving all kind, 

For I to see and learn to be a better pretty me.

Thirdly - For my shadow created by the Sun,

Multiply I into two upon land for me to procreate,

The Earth per my Father's seed.

As my imaginal act begins seeing all before the wind, 

And knowing my shadow is Gods eyes upon I.

Hear is the road presented before me, 

As one looks up out into sky thankful, joyful, and happy to be. 

My artful reflection.

Have you ever felt the wind at your back, urging you forward yet asking you to surrender? This is the paradox of creation—control and release, a symphony played by the invisible forces guiding us.

The first door is the air, the breath that sustains thought and spirit. It surrounds and uplifts, much like the Sun's rays nurturing the Earth. To dominate the air is to master the present moment, knowing it carries the seeds of tomorrow.

The second door is the journey, an exploration of the self across vast galaxies within. To travel is not only to move yet to learn, to expand, and to love. The mind is infinite, and so is its capacity to become.

The third door is the shadow, the proof of existence cast by the Sun. It speaks of procreation, legacy, and grounding the divine into the soil of Earth. It multiplies the essence of who you are, building upon the foundation laid by your Father’s seed.

As the wind whispers its secrets and the shadow bears witness, you stand at the precipice of infinite possibility. With gratitude and joy, you open the doors, not to escape yet to step into the next chapter of becoming.

For my shadow created by the Sun,
Multiply I into two upon land for me to procreate,
The Earth per my Father's seed.
























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