"Mindfulnessness" transports us by the light flutter of a breeze movement between trees that brushes the wings and creates impressions of cages for a spirit that swims in nothing surreal, enjoying the tense pink calm that inspires glorious thoughts full of hope. There is heavenly music in the words that unlock the passage from one state to another. There is a lot of rhythm in the forms of the images and everything invites us to dream and lose ourselves in spiritual enjoyment. The mind stops thinking and submerges in that relaxed aura, increasingly away from stormy and wet purple clouds:

The paths that are forced by a too subtle movement to be seen far away
in all possible directions,
in oblivion purple

Soft and harmonious chords smooth the edges that no longer have tips that hurt or limits that exceed. Now, there is freedom

At the intersection of pastel shapes
I'm released
of the extremes that lie in wait for me.

Dream or reality?
The truth is that it manifests itself through a line of conduct that flows in that river of soft current where the divinity transits, envelops, agitates and defines a state of hopeful healing

my hope blooming beyond all defects to be healed
in a surreal place produced by the divine will

The paradox is that by not paying attention to time and narrowness, there is greater freedom of action.
Surrealist writing and metaphysics of healing that relaxes the reader and guides him in the direction that the voice transmits.
Cheers, @d-pend!