Silly Sacred Spirographs
if they would be a poem
they would be a blanket for cells
and tickle our energy field,
like bubbles in pudding.
We embody sacred geometry
when we play like a child,
making scratches when we follow the flow,
Free of rules, of determination, of supposed to be, like in karma games.
All the interdimensional children throughout the universe come out and play,
Like long lost friends that are reunited with the little you, the big inner child.
There is freedom. Everywhere. Here. Now. Everywhere, in your cells, multi dimensional body,
in the entire universe and all your manifestation forms.
Swim in smooth yellow stuff that surrounds your heart and soul in comfort.
Play like a child.
You have not forgotten what you know all along.