I once had sex with my brain

In the process of our love making

Two things happened;

One, My brain Expanded. My perspectives Widened. My Mind enhanced with orgasms

Two, We had a child. A baby thought. It was so pure and full of potential.

At that time I was about five years old

Just fresh into the world.

No filters

My sense of self so enhanced.

Ever so new to the realms;

Of existence.

My mother was a butterfly caught in the ripples of time

Ever so changing from cocoon to flight to cocoon to flight

And every time  she’d fly,

Something along the continuum of time would flutter

And spirals of causes and effects start to domino down

Like a stampede or an avalanche.

Nonstop free fall to the bottom,

Ever so moving herds to survival

So my Advice to you today

Is to make love to your brain,

Least your mind would gain is some practice.

It’s good for the heart and stamina.

Oh yeah and about the angels of timelessness

or sacred geometric Angles of infinity.

They’re both one of the same.

Spheres upon spheres upon spheres

a center of their own gravity

created towards protection, healing and nurture;

Out of time and space

Imagine a drop of water falling from the sky

Into the ocean, to become whole with its source.

Or another drop evaporating to touch the clouds.

Which came first the ocean or the cloud?

Rain fell down towards the core of the earth,

The center of its gravity.

Droplets flew away from the core of the earth

Changing forms to hover around and enclose our sphere

Oh the atmosphere.

sensually holding our sphere of existence intact

Tender making love to the earths surface

So wholesome, unconditional

But the surface is contaminated with lack of

A sensory of time-crawling illusions

Point is.

Brain sex is fun.

Time flies.

Wake the fuck up.