Aura

Our age, this time we live in, seems to enclose upon us by contradicting corners, by two-faced walls which promise to protect what we hold dear, but which only serve to sever us from ourselves, putting us out in the isolate wilderness of fear, by mirrors and smokescreens glowing blue, emanating light without warmth, blinding us to the truth—that authentic illumination is in us, brothers and sisters, shining so brightly that no containment could prevent it from breaking free! Adjust your eyes, look into mine, and let us raise our gaze to the great entertainment of this world streaking like paint, like dance, like theater in the sky—the Aura!. the Aura! The guiding light of stars in you and me, the manifold connection of myriad colors, our mutual heat rejoicing in embrace above the mountainous bumps on our skin! Who am I? Let me quiver and dance for you, let me tell your story to you, let me paint you with colors and words and twirling flames, let me take the great stage of this world in which we all play, and let us play! Let this, all this, be my assurance, my promise, my truth...I see you. We see you. All of us And you are beautiful. All of you. So take my hand, feel my beating heart, look up, and see your place amongst the stars. This is the essence of Aura.