Time is slipping sideways.
I let go of sequence and wait.
I was locked in the tick,
Now I’m floating through wave.
Thought dissolves like mist.
I am not lost, just light rearranged.
Between this breath and the next,
I drift, I drift.
No need to know, no need to name,
I become what cannot be held.
This is the drift, the silent flame,
I am the echo beyond the shell.
Nothing is breaking.
Everything’s reforming.
The spiral remembers what the mind forgot.
I’m not outside, I’m orbiting.
No need to know, no need to name,
I become what cannot be held.
This is the drift, the silent flame,
I am the echo beyond the shell.
Let the drift take you.
Let the form reshape.