As I sing limimah,
I notice that the portals of my inner heart stands open,
and I enter.
At the transition of the fervid air,
a grateful coolness welcomes like a tender touch.
With a natural reverence,
my heart goes in concert with some silent vibrations
Do I want to wrap in clay, or plant a tree?
Am I ready to hear the sound,
summoned from some affecting images and thoughts,
and now craving for utterance?
Yes, let’s be touched with the promise of a spring.
So that we all may see as we feel,
just the act of naked reason, moral truth.
No mechanic structure,
nor such rules,
but once built ever retains his undisturbed shape of visible nature…
the inner self
coöperated by } Mykey { & }} De K'uil {{
Earth is Breathing Ice Cool
Images as inner voices, transparant thinking or is it feeling, no it is BEING.
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