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There are little cloudpuffs of ideas flying around everywhere, constantly. If one listens carefully enough, one can hear the quiet mumble, murmur and song of these ideas being brought out to the world for us to hear. Unfortunately we never seem to have much time to listen to what any cloud has to say, but when we do... strangest little things are what we hear. Assembled here is part of what caught my ear.
a FLASH sprung from your eye, blue as blue can be. that state of soul, a center of the storm, a furiously glowing ray of skylight captures my heart, seizes time and spellbinds this world that only consists of the distance between you and me.
where is my heart now? it's sailing, lost in high-up clouds. are the clouds white or rosy? —makes no difference.
like footsteps on the shore everything vanishes, but for the water and the sand. like those, love stays, even if it changes. and yet it does not change...
... a million shades of green...
time chimed the bell of uncertainty. the clock has struck for us to choose where we want to go.
slow in the flow at the bow, let the water pull me under. let eternity wet my skin, for it is always close.
why doesn't the sea change?
but my heart was my soul...
my mind wandered to the treetop
and it was on
FIRE
while my heart
my soul
was deeply rooted in the ground
...lime grows in a green lush...
did you just call my name, or was it an illusion?
who sets the axioms for reality?
...i used to be a sailor...
darkness is just lack of light. cast a light in the darkest corner and there will be no more darkness.
but there will still be shadows...
Matt. 5:48
"Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect."
...like drops in a lemon haze...
Consciousness is a network that binds us to ourselves and each other