When brain met her match, the dragon was engulfed in the embryo of time and as groggy as the pregnant moon in the womb of creation. The animal kingdom of the whole wide world was rearranging Noah's nest to make the room ready for reactivating oriented respite of the human being living on the peripheral of the galactic cosmos unhurriedly rewriting the books of space and emptiness.
the moon and sun continuously took turns guarding and guiding the universe in a manner that makes day and night irrelevant. Exodus is all cosmos is interested in purifying perfectly. punctual is its precious pearls- a treasure trove too priceless to desert and wash away on the seashore of the mind's figment of imagination.
the sacred brain is now most sacred and the membrane is itself the Ark of the Covenant and the temple of the lion of Judah . the drumbeat and my heart beat is one; the lion and the lamb rest. Earth is content; life pacifies the universe. I am is alive and love is still the only everlasting ingredient of being human and compassion bridges the tunnel of holy hunches and oomphyoops ouch!
when i hear the call i create a path in my very own instant with a style of personal perception with universal uniqueness and that cinches my journey along the way of designing destiny of a story full of endings of beginnings and continuations of beginnings, continuations and endings!
the moon and sun continuously took turns guarding and guiding the universe in a manner that makes day and night irrelevant. Exodus is all cosmos is interested in purifying perfectly. punctual is its precious pearls- a treasure trove too priceless to desert and wash away on the seashore of the mind's figment of imagination.
the sacred brain is now most sacred and the membrane is itself the Ark of the Covenant and the temple of the lion of Judah . the drumbeat and my heart beat is one; the lion and the lamb rest. Earth is content; life pacifies the universe. I am is alive and love is still the only everlasting ingredient of being human and compassion bridges the tunnel of holy hunches and oomphyoops ouch!
when i hear the call i create a path in my very own instant with a style of personal perception with universal uniqueness and that cinches my journey along the way of designing destiny of a story full of endings of beginnings and continuations of beginnings, continuations and endings!
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