Shooting in my Blood Like Poison
Citrus and Stars
Lasting Grace in Rhythm of its Sweetness
I’ve Gone Into The Higher Ranges of Universal Fruit
Gaining More of the Fountain Which Has Encoded on the Trapped Soil
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means)
blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
Shooting in my Blood Like Poison
Citrus and Stars
Lasting Grace in Rhythm of its Sweetness
I’ve Gone Into The Higher Ranges of Universal Fruit
Gaining More of the Fountain Which Has Encoded on the Trapped Soil
Giving into the soul of surrender at the heart of its releasing
Creations begin to mold the noise
Closing in on the silence which transfers between the muted awareness, levels tripping, up and down
Hallucination feels like this
I am ready to speak into the wind, to hear the rush which my breath is fixated upon
It’s a season of grace and of faith where my trust is drawn on the clouds
With no blueprint or particular design for there are no rules of architecture for a mansion in the clouds
I build with each faint movement of air – everything becomes interwoven with my focused stare
I am where I am not because I completely opened myself to the regions of depth. But because I realized, there is also simplicity involved in the nature of the world. Think of the children and the willingness they give as it pertains to learning.It becomes the code of balance of simplicity and complexity when we mature. We can explore the heights of galaxies and the lowest of the seas but ultimately that’s unrelated to us in the whole sense of the world.
Lengthy explanations and subjects really drain me. It goes on forever it seems and that’s not my voyage. I rather belong to a healthier assembly. My appetite has never been to swallow papers of artifacts and geographical philosophies. Take me into the sands of simplicity, where blue means the sky, and red are strawberries. The shades of gray, are thousands, but my human eyes can’t bear to even perceive the formula of 20/20.
I am drowning in the vast seas of interrogatives and explanations. You simply give me more than I can measure. I want an ability to circumference the weight of silence. Breathing in and out your words and exhaling the engulfing measure of my next phrase.
It’s really E A S Y. What comes after, D (Doubt), and what comes before Y (You)