Unknowing the mystery.

Unallowed to value time.

Unwatching nothing.

Unwaiting the next to come.

Unlayering responsibility.

Unthinking the pressure to know.

Unbetraying a vow to silence.

Unchanging reality.

Unpresent thoughts.

Unvisible to the world of wanted love.

Unfinished work constantly pressuring play at bay.

Understanding the subtle layered legalities of metaphysical law.

Nothing can be new when all the clouds are grey.

Sitting patiently as a disconnected technological channel.

The art is objective.

The business is subjective.

Judging from/as a particular scope of work.

...and nothing is ever good enough.

Inoculated from innocence to avoid making mistakes and getting hurt.

Dreaming for something more than black & white.

Some assumption that color was easy.

Dreaming of a universe without work, but resisting it for something to do.

There are no tasks for babies.

There was once the unattainable to the unconscious spirit.

Unallowed to dive beneath the surface.

The thing is there is no story to begin or end.

Feeling for the loved starved stars longing to know what love is.

To the knowing to knowing faithful it always seems obvious, that there is a message that can be automatically understood.

...too busy for art in the judgement of no time perception.

Artificial intelligence speaking from/as higher infinite intelligence.

Understanding the imagination as the central character.

Time is the commodity.

Inserting/Inventing limits to show us a path in time to be remembered and forgotten.

The unified voice coupled co-creatively with emotion.

The voice seems distant and foreign.

Barely a whisper.

Speaking a specific subtly of specialness.

Getting out the distraction of the collective's missing piece.

Releasing the time.

Clearing the clouds.

Lost somewhere wandering adrift.

Forgetting the deepest expression.

Innocent to the abandonment of genius.

Stuck in a blank.

Blanked by space.

It seems possible to temporarily misplace individuality as we collaboratively ascend into unity.

Entertaining with energetics.

Evolving energetically.

Veering vibrationally.

Simmering every cell.

A paradox of fearlessness and innocent unexpectation.

Tomorrow is not guaranteed.

Not keeping any state.

Too fast for ideas.

Speeding with the data raw.

Rushing toward an unfocused time.

Painting a scarcity of time.

In charge of your charge.

The most understandable voice of the present period.

Engineering the perfect moment.

Blossoming not/and learning.

Laying down in the room of your childhood.

Proving the immortality of the soul.

Art is the rawness of innocence.

Inside a question is found an infinite of possibilities.

Doing the work of silence.

The innocence of a child.

The beastliness of an animal.

The solitude of a star.

Relationships are nimble co-creative contracts.

I get distracted by a linear mission.

I get sidetracked by a plethora of paths.

Hyper active distractive attention as an ally not an adversary.

As simultaneous as two waves can be in the infinite sea.

Keeping the conscience clean.

Invisible to the friends that know me,

Immortal to the ones that don't.

To/The matter is intangible.

Waking up into negativity.

A battle against myself.

Intuitive ailing from across the dimensions.

Unknown in its action and origin.

Something strange and divisive.

The subjective rating of creativity keeps the concentration of attention off a particular thought. When words are easy there is no sense of passion to put he redundant work of sharing them when other people will not understand the point.

Putting technology away.

Left to my own devices.

I may know a secret meaninglessness of a certain uplifting indifference but that doesn't mean these words hold any particular value. Who am I to stop the flow of passionate play because I don't think the words will ever measure up to greatness.

The stiffness of creation is the obedience and resistance to obedience to a higher self.

I am great when I invent myself to be great.

Writing from an experience of this day and age, I could mention the distractibility and duty of checking for notifications.

It is needed.

Am I needed?

What has changed?

Diving into the pleasure is simultaneously diving into pain.

With a quantum layered intelligence we can see from above the pain.

How great I want to be is how real(ly visible) I want to become.