soft limbs branching about the Reach, swaying towards contact with the soft underbelly of knowing flow. who chooses to handle these objects from inside an expanded perspective? a cupped pressure shapes time like dough rolled into balls of white light. little bits from yesterdays are added to the mix, now this, now then, mixed in a ready-to-rise loaf of chewy choice. a nourishing essence of warm bread guides my eye’s rise to a lifted hand.
two questions: what’s next? what nest?
how close are my toes to a luminous edge? a pulsing wave encircles my being as round sound, suspending my sense instrument in a hovering pose 17 feet above the fallen cones, 10.5 feet below cathedral’s crown. patterns of doing form recursive sequences as a wholeness navigator building forms centering a gathering intensity of life’s beauty singing us together. nothing is missing when being circles around as everything.
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