The world under my feet feels small and simple. Like it used to be as a child, my cares are that of my own here In this space, sharing the air with the aviators of this world Tender thoughts shroud the worries of yesterday And for that I am at peace These moments need to be chrrished, appreciated The world below is in turmoil, peace seems untouchable Elites are crushing our souls Celebrity obsession eats at our humanity But not here, not right now. For now, I will surrender to the calm void The pressure that is just out my window will hold me soon
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I am stuck in scope mode today, maybe stuck is a bad term to use because its the best frame of mind to be in. So better yet, I am floating in Scope mode.
Artists get it alot and use it to create but you can get it in everyday life too.
I get it alot when I grt back to Canada, visit family and sit under the big Oak tree that is on my Parents property... every sound, every bug crawling, every cloud formation and every scent that crosses your nose invokes a memory, a boost in mood or an idea that you run with.
Today, I am in that mode, guess its time to get in the workshop.
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