Space Fruit

Smoke Clouds

I Love playing in the rain.

Black light – Orbit

Red light – Space

Flip the switches.

Vent out reality.

Leave your umbrella at the door.

Enter space with no suit nor shield.

Eyes only seeing the naked truth.





Watch thoughts flow,

Lay on a cloud.

We’ve entered an atmosphere,


Oxygen is laughing gas.

Life nor gravity is pulling you down.

Listen to the soul piercing music.

Into a conversation, foreign to all outsiders.

Without guidance it can discover the core of your body and radiate relief.

Listen to yourself blow the wind from the trees.

Stand underneath clouds and play in the rain.

Enter the green room.

Relish the rest of the day.

Grab a snack.

You’ve just experienced My Space.