Find: by Josh Gonzales

Our creator sees no barriers, language disappears.
The colors your cornea deciphers no longer exist.

We walk transparent in the valley of judgment.

Our material bodies have no tie with the network in the sky.
Flip your eyes right side in and observe your higher consciousness.

Feed it with the medication of meditation.

You must hold a knowledge of who you are in order to create the bridge of love with
others.

Refer to your dreams as they hold a reality of our mind.

Refer to the screams of the distraught and lost souls and hope they find peace in
another life.

A million footsteps could never compare to gliding adjacent to the clouds.
Looking down at the trees, the green and the sea. We can fly into lucidity.

A million footsteps could never compare to ascending above the atmosphere, our souls dwell until they find a closer proximity with you.

Like convolutions, the ground beneath us fluctuates.
But the soles of our feet and the souls who are we carry us on the twisted path of
Existentialism…

There is no fanny pack large enough to hold everything we need in this life and some are better predisposed than others.

As we walk on this critical quest, the test of life, a persons past is not always the present product or the future concept.

Songs travel from the diaphragms of devout individuals.
Harmony in different tongues.

Allow our bodies to absorb the aches and pains from mothers, children and the broken.
A million blisters will never be equivalent to the pain our people perceive.

So walk until you bleed, reach out to those in need.
We walk together and listen in silence.
 


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