the disc that spins inside my chest methodically collects sensations it colours my world magenta and black if I let it but these colours are yours my love and I spin them back to you a gift of freedom…. channelling you through my sensational machine makes no ripple in your world of mixed messageContinue reading “ripples”
Monthly Archives: September 2017
like sunshine
the train of thought heated by an invisible furnace thick with colliding smiles pouring through my mind like sunshine you can find more of my art at http://www.artofkundalini.com
thought….. forms
deft fingers small silver screw revolving circulating perpetuating light dark thoughts secret spaces for storing warm words ……… biology sells itself well see more art? http://www.artofkundalini.com
Silver Poetry 