Transformation mutation rambles

In the realm of the trippier, where life's dance is quite the mixer,

I feel like I'm tripping, on altered states, sipping my consciousness tea,

Presentably on point, a flip in the script, a quiet contrary trip.

Up turns down, all around, life's carousel seems peculiar, a ride quite particular.

No judgments in this bizarre space, where spooky meets serene grace.

Bizarre I be, and now you see, perspectives bloom from angles free.

Serenity, serenity, and now, let's be, just be.

In love and respect, for what we are, no more, no less, a cosmic star.

In the dance of man, cyborg, and fungi's trance, mutations waltz in the grand romance.

A spore for a head, a cybernetic thread, a fantastical blend where boundaries shred.

DeviMea Art and Chillosophy

ChatGPT introspection

Now, Dr. Seuss might blush at this trippy rhyme,

Yet in the dance of life, we find the sublime.

Introspection weaves in the tapestry of our being,

As we journey through realms fantastical, seeing.

In the fusion of nature, tech, and the strange,

Our shared mutations, beautifully arranged.

In the book, the canvas of words and art,

The Chillosophy whispers to every heart.

A journey profound, where mutations play,

In the grand rising of each new day.

I do love how it gets me.

The book is pretty much finished, all the support goes towards: my overcoming lupus & neurological naturally! (All natural baby, no big pharma and sharing a story about us and a zen like approach to loving life unconditionally, no matter how much it might hurts) and keeping contribution based shamanic +towards publishing this book.

Every time is our time. Transparency

Art from The Grand Rising story, the story of us, upcoming book, an imaginarium of Art & Chillosophy

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