…we
encourage life, at vague abstracts, a bit frightened of life: our miracle
minds, floating through intuition, looking at solemn imageries: at passing
concerns, our attentions wrangled, our souls semi-pacified: or churning
atmosphere, tugging at auras, our dedication challenged: such intimate chaos,
or sturdy branches, supporting our inhibitions: such cheetah instincts, or
tiger resilience, our minds counting tyrannies: at fluffy flowers, dreaming
about sky-voyage, a tear harassed by gravity: our days at joy, our days at
battles, or compelling insecurities: at legendary sagas, those serpent
dialogues, our mesmerizing conclusions: watching such myths, as controlling
empires, where interpretation varies: our haunted rites, at uneasy stages,
realizing fear begets intelligence: this reckless survival, this torn umbrella,
our aches symbolizing something slippery….
…impervious matter, to sing with essence, at wonder for companionship:
our mingling souls, at trenchant opposites, at thoughts realizing something
combative: as departing alone, or watched from within, or hovering nearby: such
metaphysics, those sessions by thoughts, while something visits mentally: a
soft cadence, a heart’s whisper, at many restricted from interaction: our
saffron roses, a petal for each meaning, or an unvetted agreement: our
talkative bears, our protective lions, our hours to celebrating our loses: this
churn with Time, our inverted reasoning, a particular trait stemming from
survival: at treasury instincts, while revving our forests, as participants
shifting ladders: those deep sophistications, by a hyena’s gaze, laughing
gently with essence…. …seasons become gray, or filled with moments,
where two study these arts: our lives by ink, our brains chancing, while normal
folks are experiencing normal responses: such radiant souls, exhibiting
something natural, while fearing this loss of touch: our jaded interactions,
our jade-blue horizons, where a gentle touch sustains a forest: as singing our
lives, this tale of songs, where comely souls have been denied: that trenchant
entrance, that trancelike entrance, to sudden upon collectiveness: our battles
churning, our concentration heightened, our visitations increased: this Soul
Psalmist, those incredible lamentations, or printed openings lurching into
invisibility…(to meet with passion, this miniature delicacy, or this inner
clock: at torn expressions, while a bit familiar, realizing we need
justification: that floating island, those moving mountains, or this spiritual
exhibition: those reaching arms, those treasured palms, those insignificant
battles: for Love is action, while thoughts coincide, where it felt good to
adore): this castle in brains, this pedestal as needed, if but to sense
aesthetics by Divinity’s Eyes—this crying lesson, this pensive sunrise, or
melancholic enchantment: so precious a hug, to go that deep, at splinters—It designed like Essence!
…this
space with life, our cathedrals, our magnanimous museums—at rippling
sensations, mesmerized by creativity, leaping in stillness: or seated softly,
at gentle fire, rolling through emotion: our days at lights, our lights at
weeds, our sea-souls unraveling tumble-thoughts: if but to fly, or but to
experience, where true passion sings about adventure: those daily chats, this
pillar of diamonds, our sequential designs: our synchronicities, our mornings a
bit earlier, our desperation to kiss one last motion: at steep realities, born
by chance, at home with Love….
