The right way is upon us. We have entered and arrived. No less clearance has occasioned all of the moments, when we will gather, and make all of this just fully and gently, pass away.

The clearance has occasioned all of us. No more weather terror transgressions to overwhelm the heart sensations away down from the nape of the neck to the base of the spine. We have soon gathered. We have soon delivered the fire delusion derision, that will attack and assassinate, no more exactly than the nascent flood that overrides, overwhelms, but never overcomes. Accepting the delusion de-location. This is only the grease spark of what would have once be a better moment. We can accept all of this attack moment heart faith derision. And then shall we all one day, before the terror is completed, all just pass away.

We are all the grand sequoias. Standing tall in the tourniquet sunset of nature diving deep into the mountain plateaus, winnowing down around the mountain hills searing valleys. The surge will always be there, the surge will always pass away. Our innate sub atom spine swindles up and down with Tyrannosaurus rex arms. Our sentinel eyes are perspective warriors to draw compassion in and all around with our deep anarchical flood away from the materialistic world. Deep in the heart of nature. Deep in the mountain side. And when the forest fire emerges and floods us over with the destructive manipulation attack, and cascades over the exterior of the breed and tall sequoia strength, there will be exterior macabre endless moments when it feeds us through the fire. It will completely overwhelm us and caustic deny our ability to live beyond these fire cascade moments.

But we are strong. Our exterior totems and inner self are strong. There will be damage to the trunk of our tusk. There will be sporadic spreadout with de-incarnation of the flesh. But we will still be here sized up and simply strong. We will still be here, when the fire purge is washed away by the air and the water. And the earth beneath us and the sky above. We are above all of this eagerness of fate. We will rise above. Stand above. Always be above. Our Tyrannosaurus rex arms will continue to weave out and grow. And our sentinel eyes will continue to flood us over with perception and grant us the right to deliver limitless compassion.

This is we all knew before all of this began. The fire will burn. But the fire will purge. And we will always continue to arise with sentinel eyes. And the august demarcation of deciduous deliverance. To perpetual rise and shine. This I know. And this I shall be. The sequoia giant tree. To survive beyond all of the affectation to recapture. To rise and share with perpetual perception. The endless sequoia glow.