I’ve travelled my realms within. They are expansive and wide, and together they construct the component parts of myself.
My blood, my ether, my enlightened being.
My realms are cocktails of disparate energies, mixtures of separate spaces of existing.
I choose which realms matter to me most, for while I can choose to be anywhere, I must at any given time choose to be somewhere.
I choose what wind soaked lands fuel my fire.
I choose what sand hills I climb.
I choose what snow covered mountains I embrace.
I have the sites of all being at my disposal, diseased and plentiful.
I have kingdoms that burn with the acrid smell of black smoke, I have forests of limestone that grow with the gift of loving orchids.
These are my pathways, my kingdoms, my unset courses, my trialing, divine choices.
I can choose amongst so many differing ideas and differing forms, and out of all of these options, I end up choosing myself. And therein remains my power.
Edited Diary entry
26/07/2024 Flight Ho Chi Minh - Sydney
