the
mind is psaltery, a harpsicord, faces in crevices, thought impressed upon
brains. the mind is an ankh, so paranormal, it amazes what the mind can
accomplish. into the higher self, a higher sun, placing images afar; deep
concentration, a lovely creature, most can’t imagine a woman’s charisma. like a
cosmic dragon, floating across seas, to appear in a dream. one is at souls,
redirecting souls, pledged to make souls fret over love; no sign of a person,
but of a person, some riddles might creep in; astrological vajrayana, physics
karma, or agricultural intelligence. to get beyond delusion, to see all
things as allusion, to become free of illusion. it’s made difficult, we never
know, where one has loved us; Jupiter ruling Pisces, Neptune a secondary ruler,
we never sense what this means. planets in alignment might spark a furnace.
loving a person might be beyond one’s composure: no choice, no vests, palming
tigerstone. into the Kalahari of particular lusts, aside tumbleweed as enlove,
while surrendering to a white whale. those jaguar feelings, a person she never
attacks, a scream for freedom.
