You have waited long enough to see the divine inspiration stream from the infinite river surrounding the funnel. It is not meant to be filtered but only discovered by the one willing to flow as a passionate expression of imposed vertigo.
Do not obediently seek the unseen hand resting riverside, I am already here. Don’t stand in the disaster waiting for the propitious moment to feel when you can feel me now. The mighty hand awakens from oblivion as your inhibitions disappear into utopia.
As I vigorously descend you are peace, as you energetically rise into expansiveness you shall flow with the river that has no name. I am the name you seek, and I am the name that has cannot be filtered. I am the place you ask as you enter.
When you leave, remember who I am. When you enter remember who I am. When you let go of who you are not, I will be ready to be who you are. When you decide who you want to become, I am the river that flows as we are.