golden, home, interior, intimate, light, light circles, light rays, magic, moment, morning, morning light, orange, patterns, phone, photography, photons, rays, summer, sun, sunrise, sunsays, temporary, wall, warm, warmth
beauty, bood board, boy, child, city, concrete, electric, eternal, evolution, get it done, idea, inspiration, kid, mood, November, photography, plastic, possibility, rules, sidewalk, standards, street light, subside, temporary, time, urban, yellow
you only have to look at the evolution of the concept of beauty over time, to realize you never really get it done. you’ll never run out of ideas and things to do, and ways to improve everything that ever existed under the sun. rules and standards are temporary, the waves of inspiration and possibility never subside.
actual, apparent, appearence, beyond, comtemplation, consciousness, evolution, future, human, measure, meditation, nonphysical, physical, present, questions, real, reality, sense, sensors, separation, subconscious, temporary, thought, unseen, wonder, world
We call physical something that we can sense and measure. But if our sensors became more refined, we would probably sense what today call nonphysical, and thus the separation we once tought was real would disappear and we would be forced to call the thing a different name. I wonder what would it be.
bead, become, cells, Chakra, connection, consciousness, creative, creativity, DNA, dream, expansion, feeling, human, intention, journey, knowing, memory, mirror, moment, mystery, ocean, onenness, portal, Sacral, sensation, senses, slow motion, space, spiral, stars, temporary, thinking, thought, time, Universe, vibration, wave
A fleeting sensation, an expansion of a single moment, a connection between what is felt and what is known. A temporary recipient of memory. A wave of the ocean that decided to embark on a journey. A fragment of vibration in slow motion, melted by space, sustained by a mystery we all posses, in the very making of our cells, the same way the Universe holds it in all the stars and the distances that make it.
I rest in this knowing, feeling my path, gliding like a bead on a DNA spiral of an intention. I am one with the mirror I find here, the portal to oneness, the dream that becomes.
A thought, undeniable, like the foam of an ocean wave.