sallow in the complexion of a yellowed flame burning brightly, as the prayer wheels spin
and resonate with an extant form, migrating it's way through the darkness, peppered with
the confusion of the manifestation of deceit and overt manipulation, found wanting in
devastation of the malignancy, that hangs onto all and sundry, while being torn apart and confessing in the moment of surrender, to an energy, which is unlike any that has been experienced in the past and any to come in the future, as it snakes it's way, wantonly across a desert landscape, trying to will it's way back into the luxurious garden, while all the time, not even having the intention of seeing, because the looking that is done, is not of the nature of saturation or retention, wandering this path and seeing, what is to be seen and taking the chance to actually enjoy the journey, to reach the destination, which is reliant on each moment of the journey, being the destination.
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Absolutely the most striking sentence I have yet to read. You seem to have so much understanding and a profound philosophy view of life. I benefit and enjoy your blog a great deal.
t.b.
i thank you for that and am humbled that i am able to extend myself and benefit others in the process.
the learning never stops and i give thanks for the ability to be able to create what i do and always view myself as the conduit.
thanks again
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