Each song, is a prayer answered The elements and senses converge June 3, 2019 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
Everything that arrives in your life, is some distant traveled part of you Proximity is volume of symphony
Do these pentamerous senses form the principal continents of all conceivable arts? Or do flower fields as vast as music's breadth rest undiscovered in dark's forget. Do lifts beyond language's mythical lilts, soar in euphorias' resplendent seas and sink in anguishes' itinerant quilts? In the pastel kestrels of light's spectrum ark, do we see but a solitary vessel, of the original, awakening, unfathomable spark
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It. The daygreen. The heavens’ liquid fire. The Rome eyelash. The heart’s affective firmament. The conceptionless - revives the world, under your soft enthusiasms’ feet, within the immense country of your etched Saturn hands, and upon your eyes, whose halcyon speak home
It's a kind of vastly futuristic technical stitching. Not like a printing, or a growing, but a stitching, a sewing: that tactile, that overflowing, sharp and soft, and super thrilling. The heavenly, into the terraforming. The glacial, into the summer snowing. The eclectic, into the coolest clothing. A golden jacket, from a field of knowing. It's a kind of interdimensional architexture, long forgotten, and forever glowing 🪡
When you show the beauty ❄️ The entire universe 🔥 attaches 🦢 When you hide the beauty ⚓ The entire universe 🌀 collapses 🌪️
For God so shrugged the world that he gave his only forgotten son, that whosoever believeth in him, shall not thrive, but have everlasting strife John 3:16
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