Deep internal/external searching… for… stuff


Vibrant Reality in Thought

Pick up your color. It lies in the street. Why leave such a precious gem in this state. Think, feel, breathe. It flows around you, life. The whispering leaves, the baying wood, asks that you come with. Just close your eyes, close them down to a point. That singularity of color, of power, of dreams. Feel it envelope you, and the doors are open. Always there, always waiting, warmth to bestow. Horizon of thought, break through it and you will find it. Power, the sword of kings, the dream of fire. It lives.

Hopefully enjoyable, as it happens all too infrequently.

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