Transformation
Eating small squares of knowledge
We ride and rise
Letting the flow pass through us
Taking the waves to the next level up
A key alone is not enough
You must be the lock
That opens the door
The key
And the floor upon which you step
You must be the tree
The rock
The river
The flower
To understand the timelines
As they twist and flow through the ether of your realities
Perspective can shift in an instant if you let it
Ego death calls upon your heart
Beckoning you outward
Until you find yourself
Turning back
With an infinite wisdom seeping in
As the tides wash you into the cove
Of your vessel once again
This Poet's Dream 