beach obe

I open my eyes and ochre water’s all around

I’m underneath, but I’m not scared, I still see golden sunlight too

I see your legs; you’ve let me go

and I think I’m down here all alone

I hear voices, but I can’t breathe

So I leave, I’m off to explore

But wait, there’s me! – that’s my face!

Can’t you see, that somehow now, there’s two of me?!

you finally see — the first me

you slowly raise her up

She coughs and breathes;

and the other me just goes, She floats away

But, which one Am i?

now, i’m not sure

Am i the real, or was it She?

Gnostic Gospel of Transition

All light

That’s what you are

That’s what you always were

But, you’ve got to move on, now

Ready to go home, true.

They’re waiting for you.

All light,

I promise; it’s alright

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