adrift in sands of chicanery counting endless grains grasping at eidolon an everpresent substratum invisible in barrens always subtle vibrant dune ridges slide in time leaving no memory save for sidewinding undulations within this neither place reflexive lessons taught with each collapse upon themselves having insights outside great inside solace naught a perceptual shimmer lingered giving up a chase stopping in place that had no center or an edge aural piping caught on ears this source could never cease laden deep within the void such modulations sonic packets of divinity cosmic ignis fatuus rises Other's floodgates unfold placing boundless perceptions dynamic gems lacquer'd with EM spectrum hydrostatic shockwaves governed to ride organic sine forms forever a conical intersection of spatial spinning energies a molecular funnel brahmin within this degeneracy point annihilating polarities fall apart leaving only one coin to spin eternally divine love standing wave brings me to my knees embracing infinity neuro-spirit tears unleashed saturate the desert present you mudras of a strong world
Ever pulsing patterns; lonely far away hetrodyne so near. Spirits undulating near resonance; Thank You, Thank You. .
Indescribably tantric in its lush I'ness, delicate craftwomanship wrought with masterly skilled calligraphy strokes, deftly you speak with heart and mind joined. Fusing the paradox into a sunyata samadhi of selfless proportions, yet grounding in the others embrace. The other merges with the Self. Twin flames speaking of sparks of awareness, crystalizing to an intention. These intentions to share with peers, yet peerless as silent pools, give rise to being alone with the crickets reflected in both eye and ear. Chocolate.
This is definetly one of those pieces that praises the written word. Your eloquence and appeal to language was inspiring.
agree with all above... fantastic work, and such incredibly beautiful language of an inspirational nature. thx for sharing this... enjoyed and still enjoying
i somewhat disagree with everyone else's response. you have a great vocabulary obviously but you forfeight the intensity of any feeling or emotion by saturating it with waaaaaaay too many words. i can't say it's bad writing, but i am personally not drawn to it however, i WILL say that i VERY much enjoyed reading sylvan's response.
niyala's mandala, much a sphere, distilled upon this plane, from countless refractions and gaps each experientially formed, like sunflecks through the tree-top canopy, to usher light into the under-story. but sometimes, not being as a witness, caught in headstrong grasping, excited to share with you the air i caught in hand. thank you for the ripple the reflection is quite natural, with variation and difference, but quite true & accurate from each perspective --- chocolate? stubborn horse manure? or zen-smack elicits no-mind?
