I have my greatest revelations while I'm spinning. Rote a son bout it. Wan hea it? Hea it go.
all the world is open to me
—earth and air and sky and sea—
and the deepest inner mystery
I'm afraid to stop, lest it flee
I'm afraid to start and of what I'll see
How it will tenderly render me undersea
As I float detachedly
distantly immersed in me
I decompress spiritually
Nitrogen thoughts bubble and erupt in my veins
As long as I stay spinning
- I will never ever ever remain the same
If I forsake the self, can I still keep my name?
This is my flying_blind icon.