how this time this, impossible feeling of distance
I feel such a longing for longevity yet at the same time I feel its breath begin to cremate and I feel, also her kisses kissing me to feel the distance for it is such a distance where the language of sorrow echoes along the path from the fires those joyful fires, breathing
This message is ready for the few for those souls bereft of the beauty we sometimes take for granted.
The beauty, of course, is not physical but those things we feel and emit without and within
it is that echo breathing, touching, vibrating it is that echo.
Sometimes a sadness overshadows a loneliness begins a feeling of loss is found and all we want is to escape into ourselves to close the curtains of our minds and escape into the sorrows of emptiness where there is no light no fire no
but, where there is emptiness there is of course, an echo.
It breathes with you and for you for you are that breathing echo you are open to receive those long searched for alchemies of love.
Magic arrives when it’s needed as love because love is already within us within you now
Listen to, breathe in and taste the pungent
where once music sang amongst the trees
where once the air invigorated
where once eating was real
and where each was once one’s own mind
in this time of greed, futile deaths, global one-upmanships & scaremongerings
and the religious balloonings of creation
we are surrounded
by an artificial atmosphere of civilization
where trees are shrouded in tentacles of grease and darkness; their songs all but forgotten
where our lungs are attacked on a daily basis; antibodies scream in disgust
where chemical wrapped food tastes of food wrapped chemicals; painful temptation encroaches
and where what we think, what we are and what we believe is no longer ours …
in this artificial atmosphere of civilization, where only the perfect make the shelf
; sorrow begets perfection begets sorrow
With thanks to Achilles Daunt for giving me the title