I'm walking through a trail of thought that leads to bad tastes, I shouldn't have eaten that idea. I knew it'd taste bad for all common ideas are bitter. I move along finding higher ground. I feel my thought patterns shifting. No they're flowing, like a stream of blood through my arteries. If idea's become bitter they stop the flow, leaving the person quite thick and clogged. But my own flow as gracefully as the wind not holding onto anything attachments only cause illness. It's better just to move along with the long journey of infinite delight. Caressing the light on top of the ocean of mind. I feel I've somehow touched the bottom of the ocean revealing a hideous cold monster, but really it was never really a monster to begin with, it was me, it was me started at my own reflection. Now I know what it is to truly love. For I am all that is.
Listening to: This