Where buildings are people
compressed, transparent and towering
a metaphoric world
of shafted crystal noise
muted light
and waves of impermanent heat
…………fly in !
Old dragon
offering
tunnels of copper
cauldrons of wishful thought
and sensual delight
flavoured
to warm one beyond
sensical
reckoning……
so swirling skyward
I break out of my leather
encapsulating bondage
and into a pattern of potential re me m be ring
I had images at the end of Ra being part of the drawing…just how my mind was responding to the image…another fine one.
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RA! great idea
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Think I just flew somewhere… destination unimportant, the trip was fantastic.
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🙂 you travelled through a wordy sky out of our dichotomy and into a flash of isness x
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This sounds like a good place to be. I love the feeling of flight.
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If each thought in the cauldron could be served as a meal, I guess we will be in Disney land. What do you think?
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I think we ARE already eating those meals and this earth is a kind of disneyland of the imagination/horror show!
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well there is much truth in that
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I know what you’re describing but there was a second in where I saw the poet setting the metal jacket being torn open and flying OUT of your skin~ I know ~I nuts 🙂 Faithfully Debbie xo
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not nuts, absolutely perfectly felt and expressed x spot on as usual perceptive soul
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You dazzle me!!! 🙂
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🙂 XX
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