The angels are often too powerful
and act accordingly.
Life dwells in eternity.
Sorrow enchants, enhances
within itself.
Symbiotic stimulation
simulating surrealism
of raging rivers.
And calling creatures
initiate intoxication
of a unanimous existence.
The sensation of yoga prevails.
Sunshine strives to know us,
perpetually piercing our skin.
Awe works though simplicity.
The smoldering herb
and drinking root
have nourished me.
A devotion to romance.
Symbols dwindle the absolute self;
yet is is fair to be transcendent,
capturing almighty connection?
Nature is the true ruler,
happily harmonizing.
Qualms are so easily relinquished.
Practice makes perfect.
We must faithfully thrive.
I'm going for a run.
That phrase, "Life dwells in
That phrase, "Life dwells in eternity" has a cosmological resonance to it that many, including myself, only casually notice. This little time we have here occurs between two great Eternities which are, for us, past and future. We are flickers of light; or flashes in the pan; or, for some of us, cabbage farts blown on a breeze after dinner. But the life principle dwells in eternity, and, to our perspective, between the two eternities.
Starward
I should change line. My
I should change line. My intent is to try to poclaim life being eternity, and that they are the same. What has happened and what might come aren't important, and to just notice life seems as if to perpetuate itself eternally. Death perhaps brining new experience within such an inifinite scheme. But it was a thought of pure presence, and connection to the cosmos.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues