Lying on a sunny rock. Sun shines, and smiles at me with its loving, gentle rays of warmth. I lay still, feeling the wonderful sensations within, around, beyond, through, in, on my solar plexus, my abdomen, and my perception all around.
IS.
FLOW.
Like the motor-powered stream/pond to my right. This one is somewhat stagnant - I intend to flow light, free, and bright.
Flow as it comes. Intend yes. Intend intend intend. Play!
Lines above, left behind by a flying machine. Far in the sky. Trees above, so much closer. Their dangling leaves wave as the wind passes through, like algae underneath the ocean. Gravity tugs them downwards, and they wave, streamers of beingness, embodying the very airflow that swishes through.
Another airplane. Flying machine. Metallic petrol-propelled tube. SPACE.
This SPACE. Barely the WINDSHIELD! Immense ocean, carving out forms and shapes through our perceptions, ourselves, us…… why?
Why why? Play. Would we question the ripples caused by a playful ocean?
Danceecccccccceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
IS.
FLOW.
Like the motor-powered stream/pond to my right. This one is somewhat stagnant - I intend to flow light, free, and bright.
Flow as it comes. Intend yes. Intend intend intend. Play!
Lines above, left behind by a flying machine. Far in the sky. Trees above, so much closer. Their dangling leaves wave as the wind passes through, like algae underneath the ocean. Gravity tugs them downwards, and they wave, streamers of beingness, embodying the very airflow that swishes through.
Another airplane. Flying machine. Metallic petrol-propelled tube. SPACE.
This SPACE. Barely the WINDSHIELD! Immense ocean, carving out forms and shapes through our perceptions, ourselves, us…… why?
Why why? Play. Would we question the ripples caused by a playful ocean?
Danceecccccccceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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