You can whisper faith
into anyone,
into anything.
Step outside your body
peel back the skin,
look deeper.
Not when, not what,
but how you spend your time
this is how you measure life.
Connecting.
Disconnecting.
An endless loop.
Your purpose?
To fall out of it,
into the portal.
To feel its beauty,
dark, because it is deep.
When your senses align,
you will hear the language:
thoughts humming,
emotions pulsing,
questions spiraling,
occurrences folding
into experience.
You choose to live divergent,
but as whom?
We resist,
because we know:
the photograph was taken
long ago.
We are the ghosts here.
Death is the grace room.
We become
the culprit,
the witness,
the judge.
Our verdict,
a compass
for the journey.
