sourlemone
Bluelighter
Thick aromas wafting up, smoky sinews winding towards the rafters, the coffee sitting dark, enticing in front of you. Next to it, a notepad. Next to that, who knows.
"The emptiness of silence is matched only by its calm, ruhig. It is the essence of the sublime, fulfilling it its nothingness, everything and nothing, a state of mind, a state of being, the bridge between the dualism of properties, cognitive ability and physicality. Peace comes only with the ability to revel in the quiet moments where nothing moves, is heard, is spoken, little is seen. That indescribable feeling of one-ness, the mind at large..."
Tao.
Curling their way around the weatherbeaten wooden frame, secluded, you sit unaware of the passing day as it slips slowly into night, the last garnet rays of sunlight fading as the horizon begins to swallow the remnants of our solar guardian, burning bright in the blue sky. This makes way for the second beacon of the celestial.
Her eyes, lustful and passionate, the third beacon; swirling gunmetal grey-blue torrents, smouldering with a cold intensity, yet warm with understanding; an icy fire that is neither intimidating nor comforting, but merely there. The moonlight begins to rake across the land. The ever increasing silence begins to ring in your ears.
A ladybird crawls on your finger, yellow and black, oblivous to your greater presence. It moves to hers, an intimate moment, the sharing of care, caring to share. A slow kiss.
One.
"True happiness, the same paradoxical ideal - a state of mind or of body, never both. Unless we add in the radical other to the equation - to synergise true happiness between mind and body - capture the soul and weld it to another, the bond that awakens our feelings, desires, passions, lusts, hunger, and envelopes us in the warm blanket of compassion, love, trust, honesty, devotion..."
The dense vapour swirling around, arms in arms, bodies in bodies, heads together.
At once.
Synergy.
maybe ill collate all these into a functional narrative
"The emptiness of silence is matched only by its calm, ruhig. It is the essence of the sublime, fulfilling it its nothingness, everything and nothing, a state of mind, a state of being, the bridge between the dualism of properties, cognitive ability and physicality. Peace comes only with the ability to revel in the quiet moments where nothing moves, is heard, is spoken, little is seen. That indescribable feeling of one-ness, the mind at large..."
Tao.
Curling their way around the weatherbeaten wooden frame, secluded, you sit unaware of the passing day as it slips slowly into night, the last garnet rays of sunlight fading as the horizon begins to swallow the remnants of our solar guardian, burning bright in the blue sky. This makes way for the second beacon of the celestial.
Her eyes, lustful and passionate, the third beacon; swirling gunmetal grey-blue torrents, smouldering with a cold intensity, yet warm with understanding; an icy fire that is neither intimidating nor comforting, but merely there. The moonlight begins to rake across the land. The ever increasing silence begins to ring in your ears.
A ladybird crawls on your finger, yellow and black, oblivous to your greater presence. It moves to hers, an intimate moment, the sharing of care, caring to share. A slow kiss.
One.
"True happiness, the same paradoxical ideal - a state of mind or of body, never both. Unless we add in the radical other to the equation - to synergise true happiness between mind and body - capture the soul and weld it to another, the bond that awakens our feelings, desires, passions, lusts, hunger, and envelopes us in the warm blanket of compassion, love, trust, honesty, devotion..."
The dense vapour swirling around, arms in arms, bodies in bodies, heads together.
At once.
Synergy.
maybe ill collate all these into a functional narrative
