All words I use to narrate my feeling of the moment incessantly fail to describe what I wish to… and then they begin to betray me. But color and i, we understand each other - always have before you, always will after you.
Smeared Skies #2 Burning Cotton Candy Flying Through the Sky [Layered photographs] By Matt Malloy
sometimes no matter how painfully obvious the truth, we are naturally inclined to think it’s idealistic that anything more beautiful or real could exist… and no matter how much you try to “fix it” it was never broken; it was only your inability to see* in those moments what you know now… dont try to salvage an illusion when it has already played it’s role in your life. the end. - a. rogue
The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out your attachment, your clinging, to pleasure, to pain, to fear to all of it. And as long as there is a place where your vulnerable, the universe will find a way to confront you with it.”
All the principles of heaven and earth are living inside you. Life itself is truth, and this will never change. Everything in heaven and earth breathes. Breath is the thread that ties creation together. So don’t concern yourself with the “good” and “bad” of others - Testing, competing with, and criticizing others weaken and defeat you… #awareness #appreciate
Human creatures gawking at the passer-bye, the same way they watch their soul’s shimmer die. Once upon a time the world seemed so wholesome, answers in the scrolls lost under the sun, Giving birth to beings not seeing wholly, confused on what’s holy, so we dying old and slowly, envying the one we love, all so we can say we’ve done more baby I’m better yes I’m the one. Lurking these pages flirting with notions to escape these cages, human emotions wholly takes over consumes and enrages, what’s left is ashes, everything to dust, only thing that matters is the life that’s to come. Not your archaic principles so ready to die, so scared to take my hand one life ready to fly. teaching you how to live on this earth, or we cursed to re-birth, can’t rest no peace till this work is done. — #Blessedlove