I am the distant memory of one who long ago you forgot,

under the flagship of another who stands alone just in the moment

one condones and confirms the existence of the Sky Dreadnought.

Do not confuse the pinecone with the apricot,

for just as an explorer is to an astronaut

Both are similar thoughts as each other.

But very distinctive from one another such as the distinction between watts and kilowatts.

Solitude- one must endure.

After mental- hail and dust storms, isolate, confuse, and despair, one.

Through your new singular norm, a waveform

will manifest soon after a long brainstorm,

and meditation causes your thoughts to disappear.

There is an emptiness here I believe not felt by many,

at least not, voluntarily.

Then most run back to comfort and complacence. 

Those who do not retreat go to the next level,

Then when matched with the frequency of your new epiphany,

And with all your loss, trauma, and sorrow

you still have love for the thought of tomorrow.

You learn that no one is there forever,

and there is a time in life for whatever.

and there are no more opposites or two sides to the game.

You don’t see anything apart from the whole.

and there is so much more than seen with sight.

Everything vibrates.

Do not let it intimidate.

Just in case, you swing too far to one side.

You will swing the same distance on the other.

Everything is in constant motion, nothing remains idle

The goal is to stay in the middle.

Here within is the same as here without

Nothing is different from anything anywhere.

No matter what the distance.

Do not perceive with your two outward eyes

Despite anyone’s insistence otherwise.