Not needing any particular reason or following set order the clouds constantly enjoy magnanimity that arouses Earth knowingness of what it feels like during a spell of dryness. The orgasm readying it to welcome sperms from the skies of heaven’s ejaculation makes impenetrable and permeable a combo of gratifying gratifications.
The mind remembers enjoying something like this long before God created Adam and Eve and darn, it wants back this instinctive availability of reigniting its passion to wake up all the cells in their sanctuary of compassion quietly quaking and loudly lamenting to the God who know the brashness of a soul in solitude acting all carefree in the secret of inner sanctum. How soul does this and makes it appear so easy to imitate makes mind send out all kind of entreaty to its maker. Soul says to mind, “buddy, you have it in you to entertain yourself. Just trust yourself a little more my dear friend.”
“Thanks heart for being in sync with the clouds and expressing your intentions as clear as the seasons so I can tend the Garden of Knowledge!”
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