no superficial thing….
is it
?
letters sink into paper like fingers into skin
paper receives ink like cells inhale connection
it is absorption
it is beautiful
it is magic
oh truth
when reduced to love
our density falls away
torturously inexplicable
la plus grande œuvre
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Magical.
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thankyou 🙂
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Indeed magical art and words.
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:)))
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I wanted more.
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thats the nature of the human being
ahhhhh
we feel it in our heaviness …our gravity …our desire Our but density is an illusion, when reduced to the trueness of love, the whole universe slips easily through the smallest of spaces
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I know. I’m greedy.
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hahah just born to get the good juju from words really…
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love it….
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🙂 thanks!
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Your poem embodies the joy of language — and your art, as always, is striking
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I appreciate you taking the time to read it xxx
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yes, this, exactly this
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🙂 Glad you can feel it !
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Reblogged this on Waking The Infinite.
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