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the sound image of a tree a word of mouth it cannot be nor can a pecker of wood see but in our mind's eye we recite the four veda's of creation absent is your breath when fires ignite in nourishment of a flowing imagination for this is what the tree had said on a rooted bed the boy sits being fed the ability to recite a word to thee in mind without speech speaks of one sound image to see and hear one's own phenomena because rather than the physical sound the tree recite's the word tree to thy self.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
Horus Lost An Eye
the sound image of a tree a word of mouth it cannot be nor can a pecker of wood see but in our mind's eye we recite the four veda's of creation absent is your breath when fires ignite in nourishment of a flowing imagination for this is what the tree had said on a rooted bed the boy sits being fed the ability to recite a word to thee in mind without speech speaks of one sound image to see and hear one's own phenomena because rather than the physical sound the tree recite's the word tree to thy self.
Huios
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
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