When the Sun sets
On the unconsciousness
Where does the soul look
What does it see
What does it seek?
A glass of mistakes posing as pinot noir
An accompanying warm plate of toasted nuts
Insisting that there are no mistakes - just lessons!
Down below at the sea level
A plethora of things
That let go of you
Whether you let go of them. Or not!
A faint ghost of an ego
Lingering around or perhaps dissolving into nothing
When the Sun Rises
On an elevation, an evolution, an ascension.
When endorphins become a store brand
Made in house
Chuck that glass of mistakes
Down the drain.
Why let a spirit taint the spiritual?
The elixir that’s there, just for asking!
Let the Sun never rise
On that unconsciousness again.
Let it just usher the being into the white light of bliss.
That unfolds beneath the noise in the mind.
