I sense you under the night sky, contemplating life here and your relation to the births going on high ...above. Your tuning fork is always pointed in the right direction.
love the sway of matter/matters not; the inconceivable, the impudence of what is nothing or is no.thing.. we exist on the infinitum, on the tip of God's finger. ...
a vortex of self.REV.elation, reverance. . .redemption, reVISION. .. r(EVOL)ution of soul be/LONGing to a truth.
your writes always fascinate and fashion a dream of us; of hope; of real.ity
Glorious exchange... the tween times when all is shapeshifting and embracing of all extremes of possibility. Grey is the colour of high definition and the substance of matter. Continuing to unravel, forwards and back, like a thread of DNA. The mysteries of life are here, at this point. Lovin it, Ted! Kate xx
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Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Love,
Susan
Love Tinka
a vortex of self.REV.elation, reverance. . .redemption, reVISION. .. r(EVOL)ution of soul be/LONGing to a truth.
your writes always fascinate and fashion a dream of us; of hope; of real.ity
and thats why i start my days with them.
it softens the edges.
beautiful bountiful blessings, dearheart~
ness
as always, inspired thoughts penned in brevity yet stimulating the deepest thoughts ...