On the other side of Midnight, there are imageries and in its pristine clarity, when you have the courage to pierce through, the very agitation of the transient wave itself could temporarily blind even those without eyes, sightless in an instance, perhaps indefinitely if one is not accustomed to living in it’s darkness.
What matters is often not what really matters in the in-time conditioned world — like why kids still gobble Nutella, Goober and Président on toasts. O I had that for breakfast. Décadent innit ?!
The mind is a precious chamber too beautiful to waste on trivial pursuits, and … escapades unless it leads to the victory of purpose of your being on Earth.
If you only needed my presence, then every moment would be magical. Every touch, every word, every sigh.
With its hardened shell crushed into a million shards, melted, the heart emanates a light that shines upon the mind,
Completion. All imageries, each and every mountain, stories, ant colony, memory, breath, tear … ad infinitum.
When the mind is excited it is busy with everything but peace. It seeks an outlet to escape. Observe.
It takes noetic intricacy, engagement, to revert to clarity, to just be .., when needed as name, label, limitation;
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