Saturday, May 23, 2020

Pedagogy Rose (Sun Lake)


be a leader, Love. follow sages. read literature. (so far into a galaxy. such fair meadows, or mental corridors.) to possess grace such heavy presence such mythical facts. to know excellence where sparrows roam intuition but an egg hatching. the walls are crumbling. our soulprints are visual. a hand-hawk is scribbling in Arabic. (doorbells rung, or cloth wrung dry, to have found the situation. a man ruling. we argue might makes its immediacy. while monologues should help articulate feelings.) starlings form in skies, some type of deliberateness, where people are asking for elaboration. life is filled with us; kneading given respect; while social resumes are closely inspected. we fail to understand that, our behaviors are recorded, it’s those properties that determine our futures. the sands have prints, the seas have visions or our skies are more rosaries. it becomes silence while looking where we don’t reason our emotions. such needed intelligence. such teacup concentration. where love is predicated. (as with God, we only have attributes (God is good, omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent—these are attributes) this is the same for love). we have keepsake actions, or locket behaviors, or tender consideration of our mind-scopes. we decide by influence; for example, many gravitate towards bubbly characters: the life of existence, the charming traits, while unaware that that person is wrestling deeply. we look at the surface, where this is wellness, but defining our intake takes time with experience. a smile might crack. our glass is visible. we notice something where many will piano those responses. indeed. a bit gray. while wreckage becomes an influential magnet.     read social brochures. ask key questions. when writing, get to the meat of the subject. (such frost these years, such garden impressions, where many are digitizing their birdsongs. the onerous is complexion, the onus is self-disclosure, the ontology is identity.) we maneuver gently. we assert by evidence. while we endure, we prune our hostilities: as excellent humans, if it might exist, while tempering our tendentiousness.                    

I’d Save The Reader Years

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