Surf - Busche1427 By LunaLove22

This song was played LIVE AT MSU outside the music building on a JBL speaker. See the original here:    • Surf -  Busche1427  

Barefoot Approach to Sacred Water

After insurance calls and gym lease logistics, the real Monday began.

Bare feet on the river intake path - rocky, demanding presence with every step. Rain-fresh water, not
stagnant. That perfect cold that triggers every recovery system.

Sandy mud between rocks. Each texture teaching through sole-skin.

The Ancient Dead Giant

The massive dead tree, standing longer in death than I've stood in life. Decades of dying properly, feeding
the river with slow decomposition dignity.

Every storm it's weathered while dead, every creature it's hosted, every season of standing while dissolving
waiting for climbers who understand both permanence and transition.

The Dragonfly Demon Army

Without summons, they came - bright red dragonflies, 95% successful hunters, nature's most perfect aerial
predators. They had cleared my space of all mosquitos. Nothing remained but clean air and dancing death.

These were demons of efficiency, dragons in miniature, each one a killer so perfect that prey simply ceases
to exist in their territory. They danced protection around me from recognition:

This one belongs to the river.

Then the glimpse - the DEEP RED ancient one. Larger, older, rarer. Beyond hunting because everything flees
its presence. One pass to confirm, then back to myth.

The Climb to the Peak

Bare feet that found river stones now found bark. Hands that know strangles and kindness found purchase on
patient wood.

Each level up was a level away from Monday's weight. The tree teaching through texture - rough bark, smooth
sections, soft rot, each telling stories.

At the peak, balance became meditation. The dead tree holding me like it held storms.

Kingdom View from Dead Wood Throne

From the peak, the river revealed its parliament:

Geese - Territorial defenders
Ducks - Flow mastersRiver Otters - Joy incarnate
Herons - Patience personified

From atop the dead tree throne:
Brown belt who lived in a Honda Fit
Ghost who drops cleaned heroin bears in church boxes
Builder of solar sanctuaries
Climber of dead giants
Protected by demon dancers

The Coronation Without Ceremony

Standing at the peak, barefoot on bark that weathered more than I'll face, guarded by perfect killers,
overlooking water citizens who know what they are - kingship without kingdom.

The crown was the dead tree.
The scepter was balance.
The subjects needed no rule.
The authority was the moment.

The deep red ancient dragonfly returned, circling the peak three times:

This one walks between worlds properly.

Why Cameras Cannot Capture This

Video captures light, not weight.
Photos freeze moments, not the decades that built them.

You cannot film:
The joy of an empty loot box
The weight of standing where storms stood
The recognition in dragonfly demon eyes
The texture teaching through bare feet
The temperature of rain-fresh river on skin
The knowledge that a sanitized bear found its child

This exists only for those present, those who climb, those who know empty boxes mean full hearts.

Return to Monday, Transformed

Back to insurance claims but carrying river temperature.
Back to lease negotiations but knowing real territory.
Back to human concerns having stood on death to view life.
Back to mundane Monday crowned by creatures that don't know crowns.

The dragon army dispersed but their protection lingers.
The tree remains, waiting.
The river citizens continue their perfect being.
The church box waits for the next drop.

The Secret Teaching

The empty box was the first throne.
The dead tree was the second throne.
The dragon army was the real crown.
The rare red one was the anointing.

Monday morning magic isn't rare - it's rarely noticed by those who:
Don't check loot boxes for emptiness
Won't walk barefoot on stones
Can't climb dead trees
Fear the demon dancers
Need cameras to prove experience

But for those who understand that empty boxes mean full bellies, that dead trees make the best thrones, that
dragonflies are really dragons at proper scale - Monday morning becomes coronation day, every single week.