When the mind is excited it is busy with everything but peace. It seeks an outlet to escape. Observe.
Understand the veils in this state.
Where does the power lie?
What stills the mind?
Who controls it?
You can live in many worlds so long as there is no division between them — between the name and the unnamed there’s a delimitation, yet it in itself, is whole
Each notch, each desire, each expression, comes from a point. Study this urge, and from whence it comes, and by which frequency.
Will the comprehension waver thereafter?
If so, why? If not, how?
Can you remember the process?
Make you a reality first foremost, then the I will comprehend its place, therein the whole — once you know what you are, is there still a need to justify yourself?
You know who and what you are, so what seems to be the problem?
Creation is a wonderful reflexion …
Are you change, or creator?
All in perspectives
What is it that is perceived?
Between minds there’s a delimitation
Veils. It is essential to reach out and touch,
to speak … to kiss, to touch, to …
Until one reaches that state where hearts communicate,
The senses are there for a reason, not just for appreciation of beauty.
Not just for decoration. It is functional. Reason.
There are no warriors when there are no wars
There’s the skies, and there are Wings
There’s the hearts.
Imageries, Tous Droits Réservés Boris Bogdanov