And I’ll forget not to remember my name
In our deepest realization we’re one in the same
Speaking through the flowers on this winding road
I’ll forget not who I am
The imagery is in your mind
Reflected out, ever-present
Guiding you to be free from doubt
I am the mountains, valleys, and rivers from where you originate
I am the voice always speaking to you
The child playing in the woods with sticks and stones
The collective whisper and nudge into the flow of your dream
The soft white noise lulling you to sleep in nearby streams
I’m the newly discovered melodies that play in your mind when the cannabis hits your receptors
I’m the releasing of hypervigilance
The dropping of armor, the guards being let down
The windows opening
The view becoming clear
The fog lifting
The truth becoming near
Forget not who I am
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