Any concern? None. Blown.
Inspiration stream jetting on full tank.
Music. Check. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgyh-_1csQc
Warmth. Temperature, 14.3 C. 90% humid. Gust, 69 kmh Northerly.
1.2 mm rain in the last hour.
The night when all is resplendent and graceful; yet so fragile and transient.
When collided paths share an ineffably, sublime cosmos.
Hunger; check.
Mexican bean salad, followed by an avocado sandwich; home-made juice.
Happiness shared, is happiness lived.
Or in the words of Andre Compte Sponville:
Happiness is probably no more than loving who you are, what you have and what you do.
And no more than loving who you are with.
In this juncture, I am a particle in the tempest overlooking the zephyr.
Magenta in amongst blades of grass I see,
The rippling, reeling consort of the undergrowth;
The sepia tapestry inundated by veracity and the in-eludible tide.
The pilgrimage called to tempt mortality to seek the sublime.
Somewhere between gusts, a whirlwind whisking,
New love is found amongst salty fingers.
Arms flailing, necks outstretched, eyes bright in child-like joy.
Under the grey blue, cloud-permeated brandeis blue sky,
They ran, tempting the northern wind with carpe diem fatalism.
With pledges to seek out the Himalayas, and Southern Alps single-handedly
She held (with two hands) the swing driftwood contemplating fear
Amidst a bowing Gum branch, pulsating leaf silhouettes, rain ravaged, clay trodden roots
And a darkening city; inundated by tempestuous gale winds, and searching clouds.
Then in childlike curiosity all was abandoned in search for new adventures.
The vollery of birds fighting the aether; the gregacious stories from the night before.
The outstretched arms lay waiting, again, for the next billow to bellow
Thrashing against the sea wall
In vengeance. In curiosity of the urban crawl.
The brandeis sky wordlessly merging into a coal grey, ethereal mass
In whose openings stars and planes were sought.
The spots of rain, the whirlwind never abating, giving selflessly
To the 'starry starry night' emanating from my womb of light.
'Starry, starry night
Inspiration stream jetting on full tank.
Music. Check. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgyh-_1csQc
Warmth. Temperature, 14.3 C. 90% humid. Gust, 69 kmh Northerly.
1.2 mm rain in the last hour.
The night when all is resplendent and graceful; yet so fragile and transient.
When collided paths share an ineffably, sublime cosmos.
Hunger; check.
Mexican bean salad, followed by an avocado sandwich; home-made juice.
Happiness shared, is happiness lived.
Or in the words of Andre Compte Sponville:
Happiness is probably no more than loving who you are, what you have and what you do.
And no more than loving who you are with.
In this juncture, I am a particle in the tempest overlooking the zephyr.
Magenta in amongst blades of grass I see,
The rippling, reeling consort of the undergrowth;
The sepia tapestry inundated by veracity and the in-eludible tide.
The pilgrimage called to tempt mortality to seek the sublime.
Somewhere between gusts, a whirlwind whisking,
New love is found amongst salty fingers.
Arms flailing, necks outstretched, eyes bright in child-like joy.
Under the grey blue, cloud-permeated brandeis blue sky,
They ran, tempting the northern wind with carpe diem fatalism.
With pledges to seek out the Himalayas, and Southern Alps single-handedly
She held (with two hands) the swing driftwood contemplating fear
Amidst a bowing Gum branch, pulsating leaf silhouettes, rain ravaged, clay trodden roots
And a darkening city; inundated by tempestuous gale winds, and searching clouds.
Then in childlike curiosity all was abandoned in search for new adventures.
The vollery of birds fighting the aether; the gregacious stories from the night before.
The outstretched arms lay waiting, again, for the next billow to bellow
Thrashing against the sea wall
In vengeance. In curiosity of the urban crawl.
The brandeis sky wordlessly merging into a coal grey, ethereal mass
In whose openings stars and planes were sought.
The spots of rain, the whirlwind never abating, giving selflessly
To the 'starry starry night' emanating from my womb of light.
'Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.'
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.'
Where too lie scattered daguerreotypes, plights of the human condition,
Fragmented musical notes, pious lament, sandalwood ash
And me, in complete repose.
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