I am becoming the voice of the future.
My throat is opening wide
to let the words pour forth in force.
My eyes are closed to this world of now,
instead they move in circular patterns
sliding inward and outward
to source the world to come.

I am the circle of life ~
broken apart for a time
now finding my way back together.
I am the fire in the center,
burning with flames of
violet and chartreuse.
I am the water pouring
from the pool of insight
as it slithers golden into the night.

I am becoming the voice of a new language…
as it trips and dances
its words off the edge of my tongue.
These words like hybrid fruits
are changing forever the palette
of the cultural paintbox.
For what I say has never existed
and I long to be the voice
for the unborn tomorrow.
I let sound out of my throat,
toning and warbling,
releasing any need to sound sweet.
I apply all kinds of rhythms
to this ancient animal voice,
allowing it to slide effortlessly
toward subtler low tones.

I sink into the quiet
and the dark of my inner sound.
I am the voice of tree-roots,
I have wings of starlight.
I am the muse of world making.
I operate only with forward motion
I am the start button.
I cannot reset. I cannot rerun.

I am letting the light flow down
from behind my eyes into my mouth.
I open my mouth and the light
is emitting shapes of new emotions.

The old worn feeling structures are gone.
No more sticky fear coating the new ways.
No more limitations and scarcity.
The fresh feelings are supple and vibrant,
whole and perfect, egoless and unthreatened.

The voice that is speaking is velvet and pure.
Futures built on these forms and feelings
are becoming real now…