The Architect of Air

 

There is presence being impression.

Please know I am curious about thought projecting,

For to be in time space of current pictures means, what. 

A premeditated idea, wherefore so is the present. 

A significant particle sand upon drop of water upon land. 

Yet I think and scribe abstract for profound results. 

Who moves the flow and air, beyond these words. 

I breathe I can do will you. 

There is presence in the impression,

A figure formed in silent confession.

For to project thought is to create time’s thread,

A vision pre-seeded, now softly spread.

What does it mean to stand in space,

Where past and future fold in place?

A premeditated light, a script well-spun,

Holding now, becoming one.

A grain of sand, a drop of water,

Merged in the land where forces culture.

Yet here I scribe, abstract and free,

For thought bending light and breath shaping sea.

Who stirs the air, who guides the stream?

Who moves beyond this sculpted dream?

I breathe, I will, I rise anew,

For the ether listens—do you?

1️⃣ "The Architect of Air | Manifestation & Higher Thought | Art Baby Blue"