The Flesh Failures
Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace,
and Lips, oh you the doors
of Breath -
Seal with a righteous kiss. Seal with a righteous kiss. The rest is silence... The rest is silence...
Transcending Thought
Creation; thoughts are distinct yet fluid. Riding along the torrent of ideas, loosing the arrows of your feeling, unthinking mind.
Listen
. Breathe
In
and
out. . . . Breathe
In
mist
hills shrouded
Trees bare
Breathe
Out.
A Moment
The human Mind weaves a fabric of interCONNECTed experience. It is the Duty of the experiencer to GUIDE and direct the weaving and reweaving of that fabric into a tapestry of unparalleled beauty.