Solia tera
germination, and imbibition
Paradigm, Paradigm, shift the Paradigm.Such change i have had in mind.but, will it sync in time with a bush ripping its own leaves offso that it stands out in the yard?The worse sin i have ever committed was thinking that i had meaning of my own invention.But what would You fit in? i mean i used to "measure" You so well.Are they outside? Are we inside?Is there really space in between?i seem to remember the days that turned to weeksdecayed that sound, down,to what seemed just bitter silenceThough as i was standing,laughing, waving her away i heard her say,"the wind still blows though sometimes like a whisper."So breath on! Because these leafs want to shake. they want to dance.And rain on! Because, i have never been this thirsty in my life.i monitored the blood flow as the pulse sped up in tempo.the culmination of the moleculesmade sense of separation..."Space holds what fillsand, sometimes, in this case, it just needs to be dug out"...Then to my surprise,i watched a celebration in nature.Water, dirt, and light came together and became a single sprout.
From Letras Mania