imagine making codes to stop one from being alive – what misery may we live with?

imagine making codes to stop one from knowing love – what depths of despair may we live with?

imagine making codes to stop one from accepting oneself – what expanse of exploration may one go to to find oneself in an acceptable form?

We have an ability to give up all our grey and come back to centre

We have an ability to give up all of our complex and come back to innocence

We have an ability to give up all of our judgements and come back to truth

imagine breaking codes to feel alive – what wow may we live with?

imagine breaking codes to feel love – what pow may we live with?

imagine breaking codes to feel oneself – what now may we live with?

we have an ability to give in to black and white, and dance our universal peace into being

we have an ability to give in to here and now, and drum our universal peace into being

we have an ability to give in to yin and yang, and laugh our universal peace into being

imagine all codes becoming obsolete and leaving our lives as if mesmerised by a pied piper

imagine all codes becoming jokes and blessing our lives as comical quips

imagine all codes becoming primal liberation noises and giving our lives freedom

we have an ability to give way to serendipity and roll along with gladness

we have an ability to give way to simplicity and stroll along with glee

we have an ability to give way to our centredness and strut our stuff with trust

imagine all people giving up grey for silver

imagine all people giving up fear for flaming flamingo

imagine all people giving up beliefs for faith

wow

pow

now

ow becomes om

om becomes yum

yum goes yuk

when we turn into muck

and make the silver grey

hahahahahaha