mind wanders

Sitting back I wonder, when I lived under the flesh and my breaths were of water, I was a flame living in water sent to the earth from my father.

The son of a man had an image, a plan that is not meant to understand how a vaporous thought held in the third eye brought me about.

In the womb, living within a tomb walking on water conversing with the father, making me hotter still; I am still breathing water.

Until the time I parted the red sea, the push was too much there was no stopping me; all three of me, Mind soul body.

I’m stuck my head they must clutch, all this was made from the dust Rod inside the earth then bust.

I can’t breathe I’m choking I’m too young to die I haven’t even spoken and then (inhales) my lungs are open; All praise be the all wise that lives inside oh Emanuel; please keep me from hell, the smell.

No longer attached to mother earth: cut torn and taken brought from the darkness into the sun, to learn from the son; this is I birth.

The sun was also birth from another one: the creator I tell you is a mysterious one.

Seems like I’m back in the same predicament- first.

Instead of water I breathe oxygen and nitrogen- thirst. And I’m hot like fire but can get cold like cryogen- nurse .Mind wandering

Anyway, I was just sitting back wondering.

Bπ