tired mind of a happy person

The tired mind of a happy person travels far into the light of it. Where contrast is pushed out of perspectives spectrum. It unravels thoughts round, robust and stoned as pebbles. It levels into the ceiling of a monastery humming blissful melodies until another note stirs direction for affection within a most divine erection. Embraced in awe the ying and yang, the loving two. Belonging together. An ode to love its most unconditional notion a life lived is one in devotion to natures most beautiful blessings.

Chemistry: a way to comprehend that magic on a screen, in charts and tables.

Sit down.

You belong here and wow enter the cypher — a frequency full filled drilled to keep it flowing, outburst growing.

Nevermind it’s just practice to get logic out of the question as time is being invested my fingers ask to rest it. Another energy takes over fills the electromagnetic field with play and love for being alive. Words are scribbled on paper. Sense follows while reading the words inked on processed tree bark. All around us is nature even inside us.

What you see is what you look at unless you look through it.

Audacity.

You ask me why is the answer and how is the reason.

Bizarre.

Even if no one ever thought he is a star, his mind can manufacture the biggest lie. So large it creates the most horrendous ripples.

RIP Sanity.

It was a pleasure having you around.