‘Darkness is a thread’ were the words. A word is the womb of all desire, infinitely sinking fulfillment in the name of expression. Time and space have continued to encircle the framework of existence, growing, fading , merging motion in infinite direction. Yet the circles at once the beginning, the end or any point between them are immune to the network of squares, hierarchical in volume, which inspire material occurrences, ‘the conscious world’ – REALITY.
They exist in a dimension superior in abilities of transcendence… Yes, we are lunar children.
( SING IT OUT, THINK OF THE WORD FREE)
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