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In the early morning wake up spasms of the city
she crosses intersections diagonally.


Occasionally hindered by random bursts of activity.
She bides her time; she is not in a hurry.


She curls up on a sidewalk, newspapers as cover.
She blends in with the surroundings.
She fine-tunes her senses.


Roaming, she finds places where people are in true communion.
She finds spontaneous acts of selflessness and sacrifice.
She finds actions of pure empathy and love.
She finds immanent awareness.


She is sensing and observing.
She experiences an expanding field of unconditional love.
She absorbs and partakes freely, she sublimates the experience.


Flat-space negativity swamps her though.
The connectedness fades.
She realizes she is done.


She sees the need to reset and lustrate.
In fits and starts, in convoluted ways
she approaches the reservoir.


⦿

I slide into the water.
Struggling through the Sargasso.

Clear waters. Settling on the rocky lake bed.
Breathing water with my whole body.
Invigorated.
Meditative.
Insulated.



Communication triggered by mentally induced infra frequencies.
My body reverbs, and the large body of water joins.


Signals from afar strengthen and carry great compassion and grace.


Communion with the few.
Communion with whales.
Communion with volcanoes.
Communion with shelf shifters.

I approach the true blissful state of awareness.


⦿


Little does she know;
that the continued existence of her realm hinges on her and her like-minded.