Taste đ is the new skill Mornings x Coffee April 20, 2023 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
An atom, a spin, a second, a measure, a minute, a miracle, an hour, a dozen, a day, a division, a week, a return, a month, a season, a year, an orbit, a decade, a balance, a century, a lifetime, a millennia, a blip, an era, an evolve, an epoch, an age, an eon, a universe, a flower, an eyeâŠ. ⊠are all equal
The first ability. Is the ability to experience. The most important ability. Is the ability to enjoy. If one cannot envelop the experience within and around them in joy. Then the entire expanse, the loom, the exploded view, of the tonal tropics, the liquid light, the continental plates, the chromatic interstellar rotation, burgeoning lovingly, in the most exotic panoplies of carbonâs texture lace, laid rapt at their forlorn fingertips, in the total core, of the vast course, of history, of grace, might as well be incendiary, might as well be stripped of vital scent, and sheared of rhapsodic taste. Every feathers edge, might as well mean nothing, and may as well cut, the very lamb, from its motherâs moral cade Such is the intensive dire, of this lone experiential strait
Generosity, opens silence. Stillness, opens patience. Empathy, love, compassion, expression, in kindness, absolute acceptance, and release. This is trust's care, gravity's flow, eloquence's elegance, worn like darkness wears emptiness, with sincerity and vitality, given in warmth, by touch's cool breeze, candelabra. The recipe of ecstasy, and loss's fury. The place where deference describes forgiveness. And dedication, absence. Play, vulnerability. Authenticity. Interpretability. NaĂŻvetĂ©, abandon. Beam; surprise. Invisibility. Holding. The center likes admitting. Rejecting. Planning. Integrating. Resolving. Withholding. Blocking. Recursing. Sleeping. Breathing. Smiling. Feeling. Burdening. Absorbing. Transmuting. Learning. Teaching. Connecting. Signalling. Ï. Sharing. Untying. Unifying. Dreaming. Glistening. Singing. Transforming. Sidestepping. Abstaining. Laughing. Listening. Choosing. Overthrowing. Upturning. Somersaulting. Orbiting. Showering. Cleaning. And messing the beginning, up with the ending. Shape, swims in texture. Dives in layer. Dressed in gorgeous, colour. Pattern's little weight, called feel. It speaks in tone, and shade. Soars in engulf. Pedals in petals. Silky bows, and flag ripples. Under the lift, enrapture, sealing completion. In relinquishment, possession. In passion, enchantment. In mesmerization. Emotion. Gushing, like ink from a candle, waxing the cathedrals and eons, off locations. Nothing but eyes, and curves. Everything but lushes, and glooms. Next to fires, oceans. Lies; Halting. Eternity, Temerity. Together, A part. Alive. No one asking: who am i ? Before i was. And after i die. Free of time. Clothed in entirety's, matchless design Now's a night to fall
Of fabrics, women are softest. Of textures, women are soarest. Of colours, women are swirlest. đ Of candies, women are sweetest. Of scents, women are smoothest. Of senses, women are smittenest
As you are part of the landscape / As you rise in centrifugal spin // As you shock the expectant attention /// As you transcend observation //// As you heat in sun and cool in shade ///// As you climb the same tree ////// As you call the different day /////// As you nurture your own heart //////// As you unknow your own name
So precise, the vague, its thicket of evaporated ice, condensed in stillness, at the slightest sighted vice
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