Forked Tongues

Dharamsala, ‘one giant leap for Planet Earth’.Signor Miro’s crazy squiggles, loco as a Picasso!No longer a fate to suffer but destiny to discover,come on baby, light my fire, energy quotient.The mind’s not doing it, just lets it flow ~Full moon emotions pulling in the oceans,ebb and flow, life’s motions ~ who is the Creator?“He lives in a cave, he lives on a boat and in a tree”.Where we want to be, omnipresent, nature, absolutely.We’ve been told there’s a flow goin’ on ~ singularity.Just brought it all up, no attachments, Cosmic fluffy.Its polarities, it comes from pure innocence, it’s alive.I’m proposing a Divine Ideal