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PARTICLE A sandstorm has settled; grains of sand particles; rest softly in the palm of your hands. Wind clouds swirl like a snake out of a basket, before dusk, the air heavy with what feels like one’s floating in circles. In a fleeting gold rush, intoxicating with being separated, in isolation as we embrace the sandstorm and long lines of violet dune hills. From when the earth was still dividing, and dividing still. What’s behind them? You run...

Mastering Peace In this state of awareness, a pure mind rests here in a flowing, calm light that reflects on the art of being alone to contemplate, which becomes your soulful treatment: a choice to be. Innermost: a new way forward. In the mirror of mirrors, quietude is a calm retreat in your room between the rooms of your soul. There to maintain an abiding peace below the surface. This knowledge teaches the mind the truth that lies beneath the...

QUIETUDE Balance, in this calm stream of stillness. With a therapeutic peace that sleeps, like a queen. On an orthopedic mattress: Now that harmony has revived? Tranquility, while encircled with Tibetan sound bowls in restful moments, a higher intelligence, This inward journey defines distance in learning relaxation. One personal experience. Boundless space of mere simplicity: moment in life; where the air inside becomes a heart that asks for a...

A New Beginning To be grounded, footed, safely on a firm foundation; built to withstand: The performance of a lifetime. While out running, outlast, outside the box; that breaks porcelain: a high-quality made in China, and relive experience, attachment to one's drive. All obstacles removed: removing hardships, think about it; as a spectrum unfolding, a patchwork along the way. The meeting point. Even the horizon knows its boundaries, alignment,...

Distortion Destroyed Razor thin, invisible disconnect to reality, with coping mechanisms: detached, broken, and shattered dolls, with thumbprints: behind the watcher of loneliness: if only you could feel something? Here you’re standing up again, and this is how to let go of being reluctant to move another inch, half-smoked in the mirror. Imagery: confused, abused, introverted with second thought; then cut off in mid-sentence. Things are not as...

SAD MUG When angels rise, there is a concern with the watcher of loneliness who has tasted everything we would know. A state that yearns for companionship. After an endless winter frost, it lingers into a lonely, indescribable, lifeless cry of the night. All alone, wrapped in black nylon, shades of the moonbeam, between the curtains; elegy goes the night. But for those murmuring angels, Less than a chant: shorter than an echo. We find no place...

FREE THOUGHT When the moment of truth awakens; All your hidden creativities, the innermost The essence of one being must express itself in a voice unleashed and Dispenses on the stage, among the Exceptional, that gentle reminder Hunch and someone else pays For your lunch. Never watching them. The world goes by. Kill your giants with a sense of purpose: rise to the occasion and find your truth, speak your truth, and live your Truth. The world is...

LEISURE COMPOSURE EMBRACE THIS FRAME OF MIND; AN INVITATION, TO EXPLORE THROUGH THE QUITE CORRIDORS; OF MEDITATION. ZEN AND NOW: WHERE SUDDEN. CLARITY EMERGES WHEN YOU DARE TO BELIEVE. BELIEVING IN STILLNESS, THE UNSEEN RHYTHM OF YOUR THOUGHTS. TIME BENDS, STRETCHES, AND SOFTENS: THIS IS OUR ZEN HOUR. HERE, SURROUNDED BY THE SERENITY OF A ZEN GARDEN, WHERE TIME AND MAGIC BECOMES A GENTLE HEALER. MUSHROOMS RISE AS FLYING SAUCERS. THIS IS WHERE...

FEEL ITS WARMTH WHITE CLOUDS DRIFT IN, CARRIED BY A GENTLE BREEZES FORMING A SOFT CANOPY OVERHEAD. THEY OFFER A WELCOMING. BREAK FROM THE SUN’S GOLDEN RAYS. A NATURAL SHADE FROM ITS WARMING TOUCH. HERE ON THE SANDY BEACH, LAUGHTER FILLS THE AIR AS FAMILIES RELAX, SPREADING SUN LOTION AND SINKING INTO SOFT GRAINS BENEATH THEM. THE CLOUDS, LIKE AN UMBRELLA, ADD TO THE MAGIC OF A SUMMER EVENING, WHILE A WHISPERING BREEZE DANCE AROUND, CARRYING THE...

SCORPIO Antares burns, a crimson eye in The heavens, her heart of the Scorpion, fierce and eternal. Her fire pulses through the Milky Way: casting a silent call To those who dare LOOK BEYOND. BENEATH ITS GLOW THE BLUE MARBLE EARTH SPINS, SMALL AND FLEETING. VASTNESS OF THOSE FALLING STARS, THEIR LIGHT SWALLOWED UP BY DISTANCE AND INTO LIVING STARS LIGHT YEARS AWAY. BEYOND THE REACH OF HUMAN YEARS, PAST NEBULAS BIRTHING WORLDS UNKNOWN. A PLACE...