It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The way in which the world emanates radiant forms of love and exudes natural intelligence. The way in which every human being is of flesh and blood but within each lies a metaphysical kindness. An utterly delicate heart that beats energetic waves of compassion. Sure, we’re flawed from trauma. Sure, societal conditioning … More Formless Touch
And very soulfully she sunk into her chair Thoughts entered her mind but not like before For this was a different kind of night Grace was in the air Peace drowned her being She never saw such clarity before For this was a very different kind of night Nothing like ever before She was syncing … More Arrival
In the midst of contrast, sparks of desire arise, transcending into cellular combustion manifesting chimes of synchronicity. Impulsive intuitive alarms ring ever so slightly but loud enough to predicate algorithms of connection. And there it is again, an abstract inkling of love amplifying hope in it’s purest form.
There is a hidden message beneath this unease. This is where you stop and listen. This is where you feel and finally release. Ideas of love arise from the most innocent place in your heart. You got lost in an idea, in a personal vision. Your heart is so pure, that without a single kiss or … More Naive