Deepest dreams and fragrant memories. Sometimes it seems so very peaceful to float in an endless stream of consciousness, words that echo through time and space to my mind, past my influence and toward the rhythms of a lifetime. It's no wonder that I can't quite hold on to the clear light of the brightest star of morning; endlessly the world turns within us all, a torrential downpour of feeling/emotion/sensation/sensuality. Within us all lies the truth of the mysteries; the vagueries that plague us all.
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?