The complexity, simplicity, and irony, is not lost on you In the Midas Section December 3, 2020 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
That which fluently speaks the language of DNA, can shape shift, marigold radiance electrica, still the very quantum atoms of time, and breathe into wheeled cloud, the lightest of spectral poetry
The thing about writing. ~ Is you only use your lips for kissing. The thing about reading. ~ Is you only use your eyes for touching
Neither surrender nor sacrifice | Neither synthesis nor sleep || Neither symbol nor samsara ||| Neither samadhi nor sun |||| Neither singularity nor salvation ||||| Neither serpent nor seduction |||| Neither spirit nor silence ||| Neither symphony nor sand || Neither stimulant nor senses | Neither symmetry nor
The air, without which you can not live and breathe, is given freely by the voiceless trees, of which you daily engender, no second thoughts, affinity, or comraderie, because they do not speak, loudly, like we seem to so desperately need. Yet still they sweep your hair. Yet still they caress your ears. In the gentle leave breeze. Yet still they soothe your stress. Yet still they collapse your fears. In the language of sun’s undress. How every branch is crooked. How every shape, entirely, and uniquely, unapologetically, quietly, and noetically incorrect
You must believe / In its possibility // And eventuality /// More than life itself //// Even when all signs point to no ///// With such certainty ////// As to frighten god itself
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