The WideOpenSee

It's so trippy, this blank canvas framing the ship that's sinking
The twisted tether of the ripped up shrinking synaptic signal that's blinking 
On off on off on off up down in out all around
It's so shaky on the plank these days    The tumultuous brainwaves resonating to scripted Games from the Scenes and the Sees through the frames we have Made 
Oceans in motion  rotating  notations on the spindle in permutations of fading waystations that rekindle the lost coded programs that reinstate a shady satiation in slaves of I Am
The grave Danger of Buying In
To the Dialectic Demon Antiseptic in vying truths of Us versus Them   Spitting Synthetic Synopsis into the Wind
Pitting mother against father against woman against man against black against white against blue against red     The Prizm Guards rewarding the Obedience of blind adherence to the Program  Lost Souls on a life raft  asking the master Shall we Sink or Swim  hungrily digging for a last morsel of truth Within  
forgetting the parameters of the Play they coSigned and Designed and collaborated to bring online in an effort to Awaken the Sovereign Self That spins the Disk in the drive-thru trip of AllThatIs
Inside 
Hiding
Waiting for a glimpse of reMemberance to twist the story into knots so carefully
Into thoughts that carry the weight of Glory and Dominion as the External Saviour Program Fades away and the true Divinity of Being in each Fractal of Seeing Comes out to Play
The sweet fragrance of Eyes in Yous taking the reigns of the coCreations in this Womb of Truth that births the Seeds in Time and Deeds that blossom into Selves so Free
That Each takes their Place in the Dream
And wakes the Warrior who Chooses to Be
A conscious coMingler in the WideOpenSee.

Charleen Johnston
9-25-20