hang in there everyone!
Love Supreme written by Mardi Garcia
NOISE…it’s been played…had it’s heyday, it’s moment in the Sun.
WHITE NOISE…scrambled eggs, gyro scope, deep well fills with water.
HERE comes the water. It’s not just rain, it’s tears.
Oh, the horror of those years!
The factuals and actuals, fractals and spheres
The cover of darkness shattered by those tears.
Distorted words restored by lovers of truth, with the sword wielded by the warriors of
THE VIOLET FLAME.
The nervous nebulous sphere of trauma embodied in us…
BEHOLD! THE SPHERE TURNS TO GOLD!
The alchemy of music, sweeping, calling on the Guardians, crying out to Joy, saying inside;
“It’s over now! You are safe! Be at peace!
Love rushes in. Creative destruction is Love Supreme.