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Destruction is an embracement of impermanence.
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The syllable ॐ Aum is a word that is beyond thought and definition.
It is a paradox of creativity, an anaphora, a koan of the cosmic revolutionary force, in expression of it's Unfathomable mystery.
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The theorem of the human body is a natural curvature of arithmetics evolving into prime numbers.
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The Wrath Of Love
The ladder of evolution is a repository and rung, where the timeless multiplication of creativity is expressed with grace and originality because it can. The genesis of primordial awareness germinates, grows, blooms, and flowers with the spade of its own infinite possibility, by thought and beyond.
The exodus of each stage of ascension is an invitation for life to revel itself linearisitcally non-linearly, breathfully and with wheatful wholesomeness.
The sherperds of spirituality are the raison d'être that proliferates the Vedas which are written genetically, astrologically and elementally. The phylum of each biological kingdom from fin, feet, claw, hooves and wing are a laboratory, experimentally experiencing itself, with intervening playfulness.
Breath is the fire, that cooks each species's fractal numerator and denominator with cryptic permutation and, a provocative algorhythm that colours anarchistically, unto the jigsaw puzzle of matter and anti-matter. The unknowingness of knowingness is the engine that generates fruitful lividity with the exploration of mystery, revelling in the paradox of its enigmatic conception.
Space and time are the breadth and length of this rendition, curvaceously, where zero gravity is the dance floor.
Why? So that the question can be asked.
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The language of the world is, the silence right before lunch in a correctional facility where there is no prejudice, except for the hopefulness of the gift of flavour that imbibes the imagination that cannot be sentenced nor timed. Where a platter of rice, bread, vegetables and friendship, is shared with the sacrament of open palms and thorns are grafted out of the hands that were once bloody.
It is in the tranquility and repose of prayer, when hands that are folded golden in conversation with the cause beyond thought.
It is the silence in the maternity ward right before the arrival of new life.
It is the lullaby that soothes a child when a mother rocks her child to sleep.
It is in the anticipation of a father's embrace when school ends, and the sight of his comfort exhilarates joy.
It is in the aphrodisiacal scent of roses, cookies, cupcakes, edibles and pastries baked fresh from the oven made by someone beloved.
It is in the embrace of contentment and security, when a man and woman is snuggling together in the heat of the night.
It is the strides of an animal's paws when it runs across the sanctuary of its freedom.
It is in the dynamism of flight when a falcon rises to meet the Sun with the grace of a zephyr, meeting the tempest of a storm.
The language of the world is, in the constellation of the stars when their orbit rendezvous with the dance of Gaia.
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The evergreen of planet Earth and Gaia's presence is someone's stigmata.
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A white silk Sari that drapes over the silhouette of a woman, is the same element that enhances the iridescence of the candle, while a tigress purrs.
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Energy is genderless.
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I want to fuck a nun.