…
even breathing is tentative …. I try
in seasons or fiddle fruits while celestial vibes web insanity. such overlay or
appreciation for you or submerged in denial.
I don’t imagine little. I see
ethereal scars – or visions fatidic in faith.
rawness is ether at parallels with
specters such rich poverty. our hands to soil, our sugarcane rising our busy
bodies a bit shifting; to arrive one moment as to confess one weakness such
tender palms might usher us.
there are ephemeral wishes. they appear
in seconds. most adults shew them yonder. or minds seeking solace or needing
guidance where they become novitiates.
speaking of which, we see desperate
undertakings, behind the veil sits an artist; such disappointment, it might all
end, people come together to cover human sin. a group forges its doctrine,
tenets are given their face, we appoint new leaders.
years pass we are cemented. pain has
become longstanding. many are faced with conundrums. “How is it I feel this
way, where I’m cleansed/purified, according to self-evaluation?” (no solid
answer. we have exercised many. while at times, quite aggressively.)
I can’t understand you. thoughts
tend towards slowness. but it seems intentional. (as not to disrespect you!)
I was reading Madame Blavatsky – her
details – her extraordinary ambition. I thought about drives or pistons or
existential transmission. I wonder about religiosity – if it flourishes indistinctly
– if it has an innate habit? I can’t explain too much, but I will disclose this
function, Does Power require human activity? quite obvious, right! or what
occurs must be transcendental – expressed by a vassal. one is left with this:
either I wonder of persons, or I wonder of angels, both, or the principles of
transmission. what permits transmission, beyond connectivity, where this is a
bright answer? but concentration, aware as it comes, such intellectual electricity.
not by inherence, but persons, where humans are underestimated.
a positive thought, or any thought
whatsoever, generates a level of energy. that energy is transmitted, or becomes
a current, some are so appointed – through diligence, practicality, a host of
other necessities. we haven’t said nothing new. but we brace ourselves, as in
hearing: There lives an otherworldly quality. many have coined it. many have
unclothed it. many have it by its nakedness.
years in studies or mindful of ‘transmitters,
or something too rare to immediately look at friends, colleagues, or family.
a person goes to a space, she boils
her eggs, she peels them softly.
