Landscapes of definition

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Through landscapes of infinity
I form new definitions
I meet my own judgement
In each possible moment
There is a new recognition
And I shed my layers of superstition
That life is unreal
balancing my life to an even keel
I heal
Old canyons of wrong premonitions
Like wrinkles in my face
I want to face my challenges with grace
Consciously reshaping my definition
I can summon a brighter vision
To be aware of my steps on the ground
And learn how to listen before I make a sound

I went down when the trail became steeper
I found myself going in
Coming deeper
The red rocks were talking
They spoke through my feet
While I was walking
The story I hear
From the stones when it’s clear
Is a tale of no definitions of fear
There’s no need to worry ‘bout identification
My soul is an endless expression of creation.

-detonatord