| ...crumpled, squeezed in stagnation, skeletal muscle cramp, stunned by objective reality, repeating itself with persistence of spam, processing the present through the rhythm, found in Phillip Glass music - thirds and triads ostinato - pause - to hear the pattern pulse. Another reality an encounter, a synchronicity sign - the hungry coyote... a trickster, shape-shifter, transformer, high sensory wired, no tricks between us, we often contrary surrounded by buzz: too brave - a form of fear, a loud laugh or prayer, and weeping while happy in sync. Instincts. Trust them every split second, filled by breath, absorbed by new flare, of lost essence... what is that? how it tastes? firm? - we will fight it, soft? - not worth to attend. Burping, sighing, clinging for peaceful intent to deliver an instructive story, connect with reality here to teach us the endurance in a face of delay without acting, just stay to keep an energy and breath steady, to listen to any alternative thought... we need the pause, the silent mode. | |||
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