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There is a never ending rush-away. My surroundings are becoming more and more and more blank. My landscape is morphing, evolving, stripping into gone — and I with it.
And so it is. The vast has consumed me. And so it is. I am empty. And so it is. The world is a canvas of fierce, of vivid, of color, of void and gone.
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twinkle twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky.
twinkle twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are.
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this is similar to what has been haunting me lately – voids, abysses, calls without response, and so on.
oh, vaccuums, too.
haunting is such the perfect word.
xo
me too. the empty, the void, the opening.. waiting to be filled. cat sent me here. I’m so glad she did.
i wonder how long my wait might be.
so glad you came by. xo
I know. sometimes it seems endless xo
Oh. Soul cries YES!
my YES meets your’s in the sky between us.
<3
<3
<3 x 1000
I keep reading and re-reading this. There’s so much truth and beauty squeezed into so few words. I don’t know how you do it.
the layers of this living and dying creates such an intricate design, so magnificent and stream-lined.
thanks, Angela. xo
deep beauty found in the movement of spirit
love and light
i’ve thought a lot about what you wrote, it is a tangible statement, which i love. xo