When the warmth runs out
That is when barrenness wins
And life fights for joy
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When the warmth runs out
That is when barrenness wins
And life fights for joy
And life fights for joy,
Like the illusion in the
desert, imagined.
Sorry for the cynicism - rough weekend. :confused:
Desert, imagined
Sand in the throat of my eye,
Choking, spluttering.
Choking, spluttering
Goes the dark, ravaged carriage
To infinity.
to infinity,
onward! ...:eek:, sally's stuck in a
worm hole: push, pull, gaaAH!
Worm hole: push, pull, gaaAH! :lol:
Find your way to the white hole,
To next dimensions.
A good book I highly recommend, which I fell in love with, being reminded of it when thinking of these subjects: Art and Physics by Leonard Shlain.
To next dimensions...
One cannot fathom the thought
of sequential worlds
Of sequential worlds
The universe spins, and minds
Hold still in ether.
Hold still in ether
Allow full blown sensation
The access to now
The access to now
Lies far from the mere outside,
But in one's own head.
But in one's own head
Bliss finds solace, life concord.
Laments are gone, ay!
Laments are gone, ay!
When one breathes with ease, and walks
As if on light air.
As if on light air
Particles swim sun-breached rooms,
Mingling with shadows.
Mingling with shadows
Highbrowed masters have questions
Sweet golden questions
sweet golden questions
what to bake with these apples
oozing glazed sunshine