Writing is the dream of the day, while sleeping is the nightly adventure. “Access Granted” is full of insight that rests below the rising sun, the unspoken truths of the soul’s journey.
With unmeasurable finesse, these lyrical adventures will leave sparks of hope, curiosity, and determination in the shifting creative reflections of what is below and above the conscious threshold.
Welcome to Vol. 9!
"Access Granted" is a collection of individual sub-entries to "Dreamscape Daydreams". What is unknown in the depths of wonder, is the purpose of intuitions insights.
Interpretations may differ, not only with this lyrical entry, but with many aspects of life. Depending on the state of presence, mind, and soul, the metaphorical rhythm of the shapeless self is an adventure to embrace.
Observationally aware, who can see the pieces of the picture, and who lacks the skill and knowledge as to how the pieces work together.
Hypnotically relevant, the day-to-day grind leaves a sense of lack in the individual. Break out of the hypnosis, let out the creativity within, and enter into the way of the flow.
Absent from the internal space, coming out of hypnotic tendencies, now is the time to gain momentum in his newfound headspace.
Understanding an “eye for an eye”, and its dichotomy of “abundance comes from giving abundance", the peace of tomorrow may never come if abundance is never given.
With insightful wit and determination, Esotus is on his way back from the place of lost souls.
To the Creatures and Spirits, do not fret. Let go of yesterday, and tomorrow is but a breath too late. Lean on one another, and rise as the pillars of today.
Call out, “Stop, look, listen; for everything is not as it seems”. Life can be magical when the eyes’ vision is unobscured from blind sight, however clearly one may actually see.
In life, people are imprinted by others, by another. Reflective of how a tree is carved, the hearts of those that people touch are forever marked with the hands, intentions, and deeds of those allowed close to the chest.
The compression, the breath, and the life that flows from one to another, be mindful as the tree reaches the sky with the markings of all those who’ve marked it.
