The mistress of the fields. The catcher of the sun. Some models of expression move beyond the decoding abilities of collective understanding. Yes, those things that blow our mind like the moonwalk, khristy characters, or the existence of uncommon phenomenon. The tendrils of pine prickle us into a fractal remembrance of how we feel the world moving through us. Jaya Jagadambe. So any dangers become cremated in the fires of Time's dance. Instaneous forevers catering to those disobliged from fucking with the unreliabilty of usefullness. Cha Cha Cha one two. Translated into the 'cool' mantric equivalent, Bam Bam, the thunderous feet of Sri Nataraja. Geez, the curtain falls and some with powers see through the veil at a dance of completion. Those Powers we all have, Powers that creep behind our doubts and cradle our moments into a perfection we usually forget to notice. You couldn't be better if you tried. Wheres the judge giving proclamations of distorted reasoning? Just a sliding scale of weigh-me-downs and enlightening awareness for the explorers. Those feeling connected to the process of exciting discovery. You didn't even know, a catch phrase that didn't catch on, yet lately reminding me the lame style carries more grace and artistry than we would credit, though don't expect anyone to comment on it. where was this going, and how did we get here, and whats that all turning me around and laying me down into a ahhh hummm yummm.
Showered with that special inticement from your individual incredible source.
breathing easy into maybe~~~Om Dum Durgaye Namo Namaha
Showered with that special inticement from your individual incredible source.breathing easy into maybe~~~Om Dum Durgaye Namo Namaha
