Baskadia

You asked when are we going to get there

Check the mirror and get back to me

The paradigm of observations without attachment holds the fabric of your thought

Don't question the whys but who you've created

No doubt what you sent out sediments, and is mirrored back to you

No such thing as currency or a third party

Awareness brings you down to gratitude

Acceptance shall be your saving grace

Responsibility is your faith in the creation

For then you seek knowledge and were led nowhere

Until you reenact the wisdom we gave you in equal proportions, you are everywhere

For now, you understand I am everywhere and everything

Nothing is unexpressed

Everything all simmering back to the one

The truth

The love

Until the next samsara,

Dear ones.