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In reply to - Stef wrote about the word miles I’ve gone for miles and miles alone, walked for thousands of miles on my own. The weight of one life just feels so heavy, when I only have my two shoulders. And now, standing on the edge, where the cliff of life meets the sea of death, I stand. I am all alone. • View

In reply to - anonnymouse23 posted an update in the group Stimulate the Senses: i wrote/daydreamed this a few weeks ago: So cold. He dresses himself in warm light. With this, his radiance, he sees emptiness, vast and sterile. He adorns this space with himself. He takes on flesh of water, smooth, alive, and deep. On his brow rest verdant forests whose leaves twirl and tumble down in restless pirouettes. Mighty boulders peek out beneath lids of desert sand. (His eyes.) They glitter with fresh minerals and dew. In this fashion, he becomes all, but none is he. A great pond may hold the pitted moon in its surface. Even so, the orb may not be fished out. His name is Yeshua. His name is YHWH. His name is Parakletos. Time is decay, but decay is not sin. It is a necessity. “Let there be time,” he says, and the world begins its spin. Mud and dust mingle and splash impatiently. He laughs (deafening thunder escapes a mouth smiling sweet as a lamb, passing through lion’s teeth) and the sound bubbles in the mire. A shape jerks free and blinks and breathes. “Oh, my Atom,” he says to the golem, “You are so small, so meaningless in your solitude. You are nothing alone, my child. Come.” Atom, first of many, father of all, stumbles forth like a fawn, and in an ignorant sleep he is split. She is song and dance incarnate. The rhythm of her footsteps echoes the very beat of Atom’s core. The three are made whole in pure and perfect love (agape is drunk like wine), but light without shadow does blind the eye. Unguarded, she is deceived, and irresponsible, Atom is led astray. Tears fall unfettered, and bereaved stars drip from the heavens in cascades. Beloved scions, Atom and mate, are cast out of their Home. “i love you,” says He, “but you cannot stay here. Go forth, dear ones, and fill the nations with light.” Fusion and fission. Atom creates worlds within a womb (“Here i am”), and the darkness ever-slowly recedes. • View

In reply to - abra posted an update in the group Stimulate the Senses: let your self be free. let your mins run wild and explore all the places it wants to see. close your eyes and think about what your heart desires. ………………………………………………………………………………………………my heart desires helping people. i always want to reach that higher state. wondering if things could be different…. but not just different… gooooood different. i like the idea that when everything is calm and at piece i can come in and try to mix up the molecules in the air. sometimes its just a sprint around the corner of a building, sometimes its a seat change during a ten minute break of a four hour lecture, sometimes its wearing a random bright orange headband that doesn’t match my outfit, whatever the random thing i’m doing next is… its always happening because i’m looking to mix up the elements that everything is eventually based on. you can not let your ideas of the difference between cocky and confidence be affected by someone elses idea of the two. life is best lived simply. try to not need much :) • View

In reply to - Tyler Ann Klein posted an update in the group Stimulate the Senses: The sugar is electricity in my mouth–pop in it, eyes grow wide. It turns into poetry when I hear the lulling song of butter and feel the mellow something-ness of cashews, discover the little gold mines of sea salt. Oh peanut brittle, cry yourself to sleep. Cashew brittle is where it is at…I don’t even like cashews. • View

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