I have a KNEW signature and it discovers itself through the writing of my hand. I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!
I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!
Eye see apprehensions being tickled by the feather of unconsciousness.
He who hallucinates the prowess of the text has been discovered by the letters.
Again you’ve awakened from the dream and have seen the transcending light.
So we have walked passed the stars and constellations, being marked by a sharper virtue of knowledge.
Suddenly we are being approached by the casting realms which swallow us whole.
Our bellies are left starved for food, anticipating the consumption of eternal ingredients.
With what our eyes see, the chakras are being passed within us and our mind understands the shapely dominion.
Creatures of old visit us in the dreams of our silent awareness, they come with formulas and portions healing and solving our mathematical adventure.
They have the hearts of children, teaching in honest anticipation of the answer.
Their eyes are being lit up by the expedition of our journey.
Sojourning with mirrors of context and true believability we see the likeness of all we meet.
The sounds I have begun to understand have covered me in the code that is out there!
The compass is no longer jaded by measures of our own self-discovery.
The alignments are not willing to wait but to join within the noise.
Thoughts which desire to add only takes away from what is already there.
Wholly the figures are ONE, without elimination but with a signature embrace.
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