Sometimes my opacity makes for a paucity of clear delineation.
Inside the mirror-mind the meaning is crystalline but my directional markers are written in a tongue you find foreign and there's nothing to it but a long-time pause while I teach you my language and refrain from placing blame because you could've learned it sooner but you chose not to.
My lingua franca is not so much foreign as forgotten,
lost in a global case of dyspepsia as we all try to stomach the modern age.
This is an interpersonal variety of knowing,
a transpersonal way of Being
called
Heart Beat
Body Heat
Third-eye
Chakra crown.
Learn it
head to feet.
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