That
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Mirror On South,fengshui
Each time, somo less (for a fortunate minority) SELF-TAUGHT
That
enjoy while it lasts. That
What if that dream and reality fractality was ephemeral and volatile, ethereal and temporary. I know not in question, but I could and see what I could be part is something I will never forget, definitely a memorable moment. This is naive and weak in reality, intangibles have become those happy times, difficult to explain, was even more difficult to understand while there and allowed me to gradually wrap that magical magical atmosphere ...
Time stopped for me ceased to exist a few days and all full of joy, grace and fullness. Genius
after genius. Underneath it all uniform stellar mantle. The stars were falling and no matter the pain.
Breaking a routine, waking up and not worry about doing the same as always, enjoy complexity than ever before waking.
changes, which can reach sound strong word.
Such was the magic of this place that not even let me think about changing.
I completely forgot who he was before stepping into this fantastic place. Changes
by nature there are.
If there were indeed, these have not indicated to one hundred.
However, something is different, I have the slight feeling that one moment that meant so much, he left his mark.
just live and let live will know what is what I mean.
25th December. I have just one day after I returned and if not fancy, but I will not return to the everyday and mundane, especially of the city.
I feel so much harmony between body and mind, a welfare state ever imagined, much less experienced. I do not want that cleanliness and purity with which I feel is stained because of homo sapiens (I think it is a term that modern man and he is great).
feel such harmony between body and mind. And I must confess that I do not want to roll or engage with old friends (be honest, there are few exceptions), I do not want to lose this succulent trip, which would be completed for several kilometers.
Here in my little world I'm fine. Moves, I move, I move.
parallel universes, as alien and distant, even here there are many, unseen by my eyes, but burning deep in my skin. Fractals, my fractals as bone, consisting of potassium, the same substance, matter discerned, wrapped and transformed in the end remains the same.
universes that are just a reality, I just want to enjoy itself, shrouded fractal networks, lines, circles, triangles, amorphous nothing but a dreamy effect. Formed one by one, without my noticing.
I have so badly to feel and enjoy, enjoy me to the last cell to swim a few days ago on mescaline.
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