|What is it
||[Jul. 20th, 2014|12:25 pm]
What is it we celebrate, a world of debauched fools.|
So much meaning is lost to this world that knows nothing of it's mind.
In a world of the mind and it's weavers if you worship only the materia you miss the mix.
The cognizant structures abound manifesting the world, as it streams its symbology through cloudy minds.
How can you not see the beauty of the singular ray of the sun, or a singular petal.
The shifting cherry blossoms blowing in the wind of a ephemeral life.
We like they the cherry blossoms rustling in the mountains airs to find our way to mountain streams.
So celebrate the fleeting moments and the mind to hold form dear as a construct called manifest and held there in the abstract virtual.