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Nat writes: so many eddies colliding on the surface of a mighty river yes, there is something otherworldly here yes, even sacred, in the finest sense of that overburdened word Ah, what you speak of is the very eye of God. I see it in a Kaleidoscope of color perfectly balanced yet confusing all the same, and the beauty of it! A chaotic comfort like adrenaline. The simple confidence of the knowing held together by a single point of reference. His bright eye the Fulcrum o_________________________o ^ between: The Sacred and Profane, teetering in perfect balance (For now) between: Respiration (The In) and Exhalation (The Out) He resides in the pause between breaths between: Air and Water (The Earth hovers within) between: Eyes Open and Eyes Closed We live and die within the blink(s) between: Connectivity and Breakage (Our true desires at the watershed of) between: Out Loud and Silent (One without the other drives men mad) Again Nat writes: *we exist, we edit, our eddies, our overlapping lives, in a never ending series of Venn diagrams all delicately balanced at a single point* So perfectly stated. The very eye of God. Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=rVKRRzaf21U
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Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 1:56 PM UTC
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Nat writes: so many eddies colliding on the surface of a mighty river yes, there is something otherworldly here yes, even sacred, in the finest sense of that overburdened word Ah, what you speak of is the very eye of God. I see it in a Kaleidoscope of color perfectly balanced yet confusing all the same, and the beauty of it! A chaotic comfort like adrenaline. The simple confidence of the knowing held together by a single point of reference. His bright eye the Fulcrum o_________________________o ^ between: The Sacred and Profane, teetering in perfect balance (For now) between: Respiration (The In) and Exhalation (The Out) He resides in the pause between breaths between: Air and Water (The Earth hovers within) between: Eyes Open and Eyes Closed We live and die within the blink(s) between: Connectivity and Breakage (Our true desires at the watershed of) between: Out Loud and Silent (One without the other drives men mad) Again Nat writes: *we exist, we edit, our eddies, our overlapping lives, in a never ending series of Venn diagrams all delicately balanced at a single point* So perfectly stated. The very eye of God. Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=rVKRRzaf21U
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Sep 20, 2023
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