KANASKA

Up Late...

What  to do.

Thinking about what to do with life.

Cutting each day with this sharpened knife.

Marking my skin.

With how I feel inside.

A tree speaks wisdom through silence. 

Vibration.

I observed once after injesting mushrooms.

A semi-circle of trees. All had faces like elderly men.

Trees are so wise. For they do not need to speak how they feel within.

So I, myself feeling misunderstood - mark my own skin.

The pain brings me one step closer to them all understanding.

Maybe if I become a tree of words and symbols. Then they will see.

Yes. I will envision this day.

When we all just see what is within one another and we do not judge by the exterior.

There will be no need for war.

No need for extreme war anyways. There will to some degree always be some sort of conflict and disagreement. Inevitable I believe.

But now it is time to become like the trees.

Feel the one energy.

Feel the vibration of love.

Avoid conflict. 

Keep your heads high in the sky. We're all flying high.

Conscious Nonsense Strengthens my lenses.

Bend with it.

Become One with it.

Whatever that ''It'' is for you that makes you feel happy.

See yourself in another. No discrimination. No confrontation.

Peaceful integration of all nations.

I love you all.

Peace - Love - Freedom

Kanaska