
Higher
In the view of the long line
I lived many times
And I was many people
On a chain
Made of light
If you look
From the place
With no time
You’ll see
That nothing ever happened
and yet
The sun keeps rising
Higher and higher.

Higher
In the view of the long line
I lived many times
And I was many people
On a chain
Made of light
If you look
From the place
With no time
You’ll see
That nothing ever happened
and yet
The sun keeps rising
Higher and higher.
Entries 1-58 show how I use the method of Intuition Through Art to heal myself from Peripheral Neuropathy.
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