There are many streams and rivulets, that lead to the river of conciousness that we are today.. From the tiny spring that trickles down a cliff face, nourishing a streak of moss thats locked in a crevice.. ja.. that is a world .. complete with predators and prey. Spring freshet.. too, and the tumbling brook... hurtling over falls to deep pools,.. of insight.. The blue.... slipping hidden, unconcious.. through caves of stalagmites.. blind fish. .. crickets...carving its way through rock until it breaks into sunlight again..Aye.....----------- We are many things we know not of..
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 01:40:57 +0000
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