A cross between them had been paved ~+~ For this luminaria knew where to be () Taken through a myriad of individualities amassing this contiguity now the beholder of more than reverie +
That which we meditate, we become. Beholding beauty, we become beautiful because of the light which passes through our eyes and the enlightenment into our souls. Eventually, we make approximation of all that we revere, by association. Crosses and circles, Ted; it is in benediction that we become complete. It is in the bestowing of wor(th)ship that we become inherently sacred, the apple of the eye. xx
A street where you have been with your loved one and walked in the way of the Lord. Amourous is felt within you as a couple and you have your own street to wander down with each other holding hands and enjoying the moment of nature God provided.
I love the idea of "a myriad of individualities." You take your readers "higher." You help expand consciousness using this very Universe as your medium - what a grand scale. For me, (as a former ballerina) I see a ballerina's pose on point - leg extended - arms reaching toward the cosmic blue......
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
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Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"