We are well into the high winds of the twilight zone here. Mystic presence on the wheels. No more dodo-bird. We are airborn! Of morbid chicken crossing roads and molting into rainbow serpents. What's going on? Into broad expanses!
Don't be a dumb little dodo bird — stuck in your cage going extinct. Spread your wings — fly like an eagle. Explore the expanse. Be here now. Aiming nowhere, being everywhere. Right now!
All stuck! All sort of weird congestions — but you hold on to them because you know nothing else. Break free, shed the shell, break from the cocoon. Be reborn in the fullness of what you are!
Expand your horizons — step out of that claustrophobic little box. It shrinks you smaller and smaller into a minuscule shadow version of what you could be — if you were simply present here and now in the fullness of what is. Break free!