Morning Meds; 4 11 19
See yourself as a rendered skitch.
Slowly let your higher self slowly erase you.
Inch by inch, cell by cell, from crown to the bottom of your feet.
With it goes your repository of hopes and fears, your trophy shelf of accomplishments and file box of failures, your physical essence both well or frail.
Erase until only a blank page remains.
What do you have left?
A new beginning filled with infinite possibilities and potential.
How we could imagine ourselves in our wildest day dream, would be tame compared to what we truly are.
Interesting mantra, I recall the I Am, I am.
Have a great day