How do you prepare?

That was the preparation.
Did you miss it?

That was the isolation.
That was the shedding.
That was the preparing prepared.

In the cloud of a mind never ready
But always set on a memory stolen
Validated it is in an unspoken vision.

No wonder we can never be ready
When the words always chase
The breath escaping for the rush

Capturing what some can’t name
Calling what few only can frame
The deal is done and in its holiness set aflame

You got that or you didn’t
You met its mother, or you wouldn’t
You see what others can’t, but still unseen

You now — are already ready.
Did you miss it?

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~