Obliterate the line between doing something and getting something. And you will begin to breathe. The incalculable connections between everyone ~ and ~ everything Sun rays in a seed March 1, 2021 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
Poses are kinds of palatial poems / Locations are kinds of stilled flowings // Glances are kinds of phonetics' runes /// Elations are kinds of smiles' raptures //// Foundations are kinds of compacts' concealers ///// Blushes are kinds of faints' blooms ////// Cottons are kinds of cashmeres' oceans /////// Colours are kinds of secrets' glowings //////// Patterns are kinds of natures' whistles ///////// Cuts are kinds of fingertips' glyphs ////////// (for the eyes and lips) /////////// Cameras are kinds of lights' knowings //////////// Styles are kinds of selves' signatures ///////////// Fashions are kinds of freshes' funs ////////////// Magazines are kinds of seculars' liturgies /////////////// Models are kinds of lushes' lunge
Design is the last pre-conceptual vestige; an immediate medium; interplaying colour, shape, cut, sound, texture, pattern, contrast; kin to dimension; the ephemerality of soul indisputably materialized; gate negating; redemarcating; transience adopting the illusion of permanence, 'sporting its coat', so to speak; disappearing, and reappearing; convincing until becoming, the absolute air of awareness. But then, you can say this about anything
That may be the lockless shaping key / Not *meaning* anything // While rushlessly saying everything ///
The fear is in the duration of the wait ~ The fear is in the duration of the weight ~ The love is in the novation of the gate ~ The love is in the novation of the gait ~
What the reward system is capable of, surpasses sentience. It speaks the curve of colours’ wonder. It splashes chemical volume, off the hand, cloud throw. As though the face of love were your own eyes’, starlight window, to the universe’s non-coordinate, allshape soul. Marrying marrow to your bones. Curling arch to your toes. Heaving heart into your throes. Gushing gasp in hush’s glow. Two indecipherable molecules: frolicking together forever. Refreshed. Reborn. In their retire. Richer than poetry. Poorer than royalty. Intimately tied to truth. Serotonin sweeps away your sadness. Sadness sweeps away your old. How warm the riverbed. How cool the weather. A bikini cut. A dove’s flow. Together in taut’s 𐐝, time∞less arching, ࿐touch, to raining ␥ river bow 𝔖 Love’s Haus ༯ Now you know
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