Beyond a branch, the natural extension, reaching; growth out of mutilated arms gives rise to a new beginning. What mysterious existence lights up life around us?<\/p>\n
I can hardly call it knowledge, for nothing was acquired or learned, I simply trust that you and I see the same wonders. I have no reason to doubt. Not your words, nor any other part of you, though truly it is your smile that exposes you. Why conceal awe, when resonated by your heart in the smallest crease around your lips, highlighting the passing admiration of your sensual intake?<\/p>\n
I dismiss any hesitation. A rush of felt confidence, nourished by witnessing how you assume the same delight for these marvels and their magical helpers. Look, there’s one silently working, screwing a bulb into the life containing vein of a branch. And yet another, a laden bundle resting on his shoulders, trinkets of nature, little enclosed orbs, each encasing the colors of our world, in a single moment revealed to our senses without purpose. If anything, just to unfold a rarer, inner cause to ascend to full blossom of creation.<\/p>\n
When every second we are open to the miracles surrounding us, and I mean open beyond classifying, naming or in any other way posessing, truly open, like unrestraining floodgates, mere bystanders, permitting the forceful cascades to pass, then we too emerge as the incessant, sublime currents of nature. You cannot restrain the cumulating resonance shining through you and I do not resist being affected by your glow. I can honestly say that yonder the untangled silliness of social constructs and emotional desire, I love seeing you entwined in wonder. I feel as though the moment unveils your true self, that pure essence of life, sometimes hidden in the obscure depths of the sea. I rest assured that Captain Nemo in the human created abyss of inflicted pain and suffering, deep inside his heart is enlivened by each new encounter, beheld through the wordless senses of a child, toying with the wings of mankind, a marble of gold nestling in his core and in yours alike.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Beyond a branch, the natural extension, reaching; growth out of mutilated arms gives rise to a new beginning. What mysterious existence lights up life around us? I can hardly call it knowledge, for nothing was acquired or learned, I simply trust that you and I see the same wonders. I have no reason to doubt. Not your words, nor any other part of you, though truly it is your smile that exposes you. Why conceal awe, when resonated by your heart in the smallest crease around your lips, highlighting the passing admiration of your sensual intake? I dismiss any hesitation. A rush of felt confidence, nourished by witnessing how you … twine<\/span> weiterlesen