there are a million sacred spaces in the span of 100 feet and each step you take is setting a foot on one they are invisible and each is very precise because there are many different kinds of ways the world in which we live can be sacred some are very small so small that…
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fog moves in the hills
the fog misty sits in the hills low covering the ground and grey cloud so soft transparent put your hand through it but could never hold onto it dark green grasses reach up when the clouds drift low and sometimes the way the moon shines as the wind moves looks like a silent song where…
space to pause
catch my breath and look out into the void and i forget where i am for a second but it’s the kind of flash that happens in an instant in a lifetime staring back into nothing blink of an eye opening to the world in the seat of the unknown in liminal space and liminal…
the beauty of imperfections
like if a porcelain cup tipped on its side and it had a chip in it it’s a drop of ink that marks the margins of a page an intricately designed rug that has a snag a flower that is short one petal a bike with a slight bend rim a dog that has a…
transmission
dark room with bright pink lights and little blue ones from the bits of mirror spins out like your floating red glow dots drift around the room fade into ovals stretched along the wall and we all know that the synth bass is so rich sometimes hard to take bright light in the corner is…
if your eyes are closed you can’t see everything but you may feel warmth and light in the distance sometimes if you have good ears and you live by water you can hear it it’s kind of a shushing sound it’s for when you want to be comforted salt is considered a cleanser and…
rainbow eye
in the corner of your eye there is a rainbow waiting to come out to show itself at the right time and as you are watching the windows looking out at the world the rainbow at the corner of your eye pops up for a moment like hey! it’s one of the magical features of…
vision to not give up
there is something else in the distance yes, i see it seems like i am far off but it’s only a mental trick a delusion and i’m not buying it partially because i can’t afford to in the distance is a vision of a bolder person bright and shining dynamic fluid graceful and i am…
boldness
anbient sound louder more intrusive than previously timelessly aligning and at the end of the day new dawn mornings of one thousand beginnings and the plants seem to remember but it’s been a while it’s been a while hesitancy and masked frustration no one wants to be caught not living up rather a sideways life…
The Dynamics of Groove 