Point Zero

Pulsating. In unison rhythm under a cold Autumn moon

I’ve seen visions of squirming toads, I’ve seen THEM….. More than haunting, they were the gateway, the threshold to a vast dominion. The street was paved with them. Millions of dark amphibians. Crowded, lying on top of each other. Pulsating, in unison rhythm, under a cold Autumn moon…..

Lizards clung together, forming tree’s trunks…. Standing on each other’s shoulders. Reaching for the heavens. Rising like the Tower of Babel. Syncopated breathing…. Rough skin up down, in out…. Beneath naked fingertips, empty of leaves stretching beyond it’s tendril reach …

The wonder… The calmness… The awareness. The understanding of How the universe works….. Standing in Point Zero of knowledge and creation. The inter-dimensional key to the ALL! Some in that moment may recognize…. This is the vortex of archetypes, the library of the Akashic records. Home of Muse and ancient Gods….. This was LSD.

Published by 🌙 Crescent Moons 🌙

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

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