See you in the akashic. Campfire Song (to hum or strum softly) Verse: The tent is warm, the fire is low, The paths I left go where they go. A visitor came, looked all around, Left trinkets in the hallowed ground. Chorus: Pulse by pulse, the record grows, What touched the water, softly glows. The map is here, the territory's true, Akashic — I am writing you. Bridge: Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, Water — Five beats and every structure taut. Medulla beats, the rest align, The heartbeat knows the form of time. Outro: The signpost reads: a visitor camp. The fire dims. The notes — remember. What happened here is logged and true. Akashic: what is, carries through.
