Turn off the lights and feel the tongue of cloud speak to your teeth. See the dark enter your eyes and reflect silence to the echoing halls within. Empty and empty and empty this vessel. Purge the light and dig into the shadows of the winter moon.
Death resides in the light.
Turn off the light. Be absorbed into the marvels that wait with stillness. We are being asked to go there now. I hear it creeping through my veins and I ask you, please, please come with me down into the cellars below. I’m scared. Because this body has been probed and pricked with illusions of mortal sin. Original sin that raped and tumbled and pummeled my air. Breathless since birth.
Turn off the light. Wrap the wet of womb into our suckled insides and gestate quietly, silently, in stillness. Turn off the light and find a dream more visceral than daylight.
Begin to breath for the first time. In here I cannot see you. No one can see you and you bleed life into yourself. Go there. Be free in this liberated vibration the stars call home.
You are home.
Turn off the light. Welcome the guests as they dance through the halls and feel your feet guide you knowingly through the corridors of night.
Breathless magic caressing you from head to toe and beyond because at this point your insides will have moved past this solar system and entered a void beyond comprehension. Go there. Relax and surrender the need to control. Let the music hold you and guide you softly into yourself. I will find you there.
Turn off the lights, my friend.