Awash in sound's reach and shape's wine. The child's fingers' blind ascending mind. The free fall summer scent of your memories' distant pine. The full fuel and feel, of your destiny's serene sublime The up and down of time May 30, 2019 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
We don't criticize trees for growing crooked in all directions (we bask in their patterns). We don't criticize shade-loving plants for hiding from the sun (we celebrate their cool). We don't criticize chameleons for changing their colours (we admire their ingenuity). We don't criticize peacocks for strutting their stuff (we hire a model). We don't criticize hummingbirds for flying too fast (we envy their heartbeats). We don't criticize turtles for hiding in shells (we pick them up, and look inside)
Desire spirals ~ Demand ramps ^ Depth descends |/ Detail delves * Design defines $π% Defense deflects × Deceit denies ° Defeat defects # Dismiss declines _ Death deserts & Dessert delights
Plants were caught ~ In sun worship 𒀭𒀭 So they sprung feet ⚘⚘⚘ Flowered skin ༺༻༺༻ Spherified curves ◠ ◡ ◠ ◡ ◠ And sang senses ∰∰∰∰∰∰ But even in movement ༄༄༄༄༄༄༄ We are still caught ○○○○○○○○ In moon courtship ☽☽☽☽☽☽☽☽☽ And the next evolution ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ Is so unfathomable ꧁∙꧂ That to experience it ⋰.★*⋱ Literally kills you ♥
Maya is matter. Matter is play. Play is a rapture. Rapture is pray. Pray is the gateway. Gateway is clay. Clay is a clothing. Clothing is jade. Jade is a crystal. Crystal is face. Face is a flourish. Flourish is grace. Grace is lushness. Lushness is lace. Lace is a lingerie. Lingerie is pace. Pace is a pleasure. Pleasure is sate. Sate is a symphony. Symphony is wait. Wait is a winter. Winter is fate. Fate is a goddess. Goddess is late
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