We harmonize together sometimes still, on mountainous hill- sides, when the winds blow together and echo through caves, canyons. Hollow logs. Presented darknesses: wolves, foxes.. Thieves, betrayers. Energies are so varied, if only we could download an imprint of their view. What would it seem? I canβt imagine ever being absolute on aspects, ideas, ideals. Anymore at least. I guess thatβs just my current absolute.
I resist, intents I set, out of cowardice
Fear to unify Shaken down the road Solid monad. Brittle tendrils
Sweet the senses, share intense to procure inclusion, boundless plenties prone incisions unfold yr own rhythms emboldening, appreciating in an expansion pressing, but really, more of a soft glide of understanding for the thrill