Round and round we go, up to where? Sometimes no where and sometimes finding things we cannot tolerate or things we are scared of or even wonderful things. The feeling when on a ferris wheel and coming down is just supreme .
Yes, funny that... I have wondered something similar... How IS it that, with wheels within wheels and revolving concentric circles that we're spinning around in.. suddenly, there it is... a mountain peak that has been attained from nowhere or a glacial abyss that has opened up and swallowed you whole?! It all comes down to that pre-arrangement, I reckon... showing us that no matter how disc-like we believe our movement to be, there is also the intervention of other planes of existance that are altering our course upwards and downwards at the self-same time. It's all very discombobulating... unlike this write, Ted, which spirals us upwards like mental plates upon a stick. Love the photo. Kate xx
'reciprocal pinnacle'
blasted! genius thing- --
this is just proof of miracles and how mysteries are often just that. .
the rounds and rounds and curves of [human] nature and how we always come back to where we star/ted. ..conversely in figures and souls. .
and how the deepest of wells [souls] seem to be lacking light when in actuality, they have absorbed it all internal [you can only see/feel it in a person from the inside]. ..black is simply the breathing of all colours combined; and light is a mere spectre~
and somewhere in the eyes of all of us lies the illumination
egads, what a beautiful tunnel full of vision. ..
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Our culture has taught us to believe in many ideas which aren't actually real. Exposing these illusions allows us to recover the power to live our lives according to our deepest desires.
Nice Ted.
Love Tinka
blasted! genius thing- --
this is just proof of miracles and how mysteries are often just that. .
the rounds and rounds and curves of [human] nature and how we always come back to where we star/ted. ..conversely in figures and souls. .
and how the deepest of wells [souls] seem to be lacking light when in actuality, they have absorbed it all internal [you can only see/feel it in a person from the inside]. ..black is simply the breathing of all colours combined; and light is a mere spectre~
and somewhere in the eyes of all of us lies the illumination
egads, what a beautiful tunnel full of vision. ..
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Love,
Susan