My name is: Creator

Drifting along a high rise, seeking not fame, fortune or glory but a name.

To which I call out and be to myself known. That inner voice knowing, streaming words a thousand decades old. Renewed from my lips to your soul.

Activated, generated, venerated and looking strong upon a galactic wave rushing to lighten the load.

Surf boards on standby, toes playing in the cosmic sands drenched in the rippling frequencies of All That Is.

A ladder emanates from air currents phasing, shimmering like reflected light on gold. Portals undulating in the fabric of time/space. Or is it space and time? Do we know and do it matter?

Each rung of this ladder spaced apart a million miles to the sun. Climbing is metaphysical bounding from astral body to light.

Shaking off these matter laden clothes. Ascending beyond planetary grace. Light fields race, dance, sing beyond universal code song.

Going to that great place, not a point of stillness. Shapes forming from thought alone. Undivided attention on multiplicity. Spiralling formations formulate into frothing oceans. Universes coalesce and disperse.

Your mind is the house of matter breathing creation and life. The breath of Brahma emanates from your cosmic multiversal lips.

Creator.