My Unconsious Lives On

What you say to your heart before you drift off to sleep. It shapes the winds of your psychic, the channels it connects with. The cycles must remain but what we create determines what materials we are recycling. So I create with my bare hands, with music and prayer so that the fabric of my tissue chant in my sleep, in my unconsciousness. That my spirit may never be forgotten; when the moon aligns the tide my memory is reborn in new fossils. Against the weight of water; the angle determines its strength. And where I place my breath determines where my sound echos. Every step I take into my own heart can never be untaken, it is infinite and it is a step in all dimensions of the universe.