Dreams are faint and dismissive of my past
I have slowed my metabolism of 21st century propaganda and societal pressures and norms. I refuse to digest any further the metabolism of the digestive tract that is our Western society.
I wake up each day and look outside the window of my halfway house bedroom and absorb the pure white energy that the sun casts onto my face. I let the energy flow into my veins and into my being. The energy gives me strength.
Each day I am faced with an increasingly mounting set of challenges and roadblocks toward my ultimate freedom from the chains that society has wrapped my body and mind. I will soon be free of all that confines my spirit and my Chi life-force.
I touch the mother earth below my bare feet during my daily chant walks through High Park. I bellow the positive energy words that encompass the energy and power that the ancient linguistic designers of the power of speech intended. My daily chant walks through the park with my bare feet touching the cold damp earth help keep me localized and not tainted by the society that continues to try and trap me in an empty cellar with the door locked and no way out.
The cold damp earth touches my toes and I smile, because I know one day I will be free as free as the eagle flies above Gia Mother earth, leaving the ground far below. Flying towards the sun. Truly Free.