My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts

Writing lifts me,

a magic carpet spun of breath and ink,

beyond the weight of worry,

beyond the fences of reason.

I fly faster than the speed of thought,

slipping through the seams of time—

where physics whispers,

where children giggle and play,

where intuition lights its hidden lamp.

Each word is a wing pheasant

each line a horizon of many levels .

I ride the mysterious carpet

and the mystery grasps me.

However, I never leave myself in tears

Because changing bad endings is doable

You and I are the creators

We have the magic

We have our powers.

My art