Earth's signature palette

I open my soul's purse strings
to earth's
   signature palette bearing stars
with an asomatous deposit
into every
        second of the new world's gain
over the
         illusions old coat turned inward
and the tincture  
              of discoloured beliefs
administered to the cerebrum
before the composition of thought occurs
 
Giving back all of the
                               empty vessels
                               filled
with the long forgotten spirits
                                          lingering besides truths
cosmic shores - gathering healing Ash tree balm to
                             sprinkle onto the wind

For the ingredient of the present
is in the articulate flow of letting go and
sparring with the wounded never
helps you to grow
 
These lessons were once sessions
at the feet of those who
knew more
instead of B-list celebrities
traumatized hypocrisies
and foolishness galore
 
So I must make mention
of the deathless  
           extension
asking us to go within and
                            explore
without commercial breaks
pausing to eat cake
and whatever else you need an
open clause for
 
Just be honest
release the promise
made in solitude to Atma
all is energy
Mother of Synegry
poured into what we came back for