a beautiful night.

we never really realise how beautiful the world is until we realise how beautiful the world is…

a lovely night just outside my house…

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chose the path chosen for us.

The path of which we walk will never fade… Follow it we must, direction it gives. Walk between the dotted lines. Adhere to the traffic signs. We must grow as individuals and strive to construct our path. 

Build the path of which we continue to walk on and follow our own path that we create. Let not others wither your path and find fault with that you have chosen. Greener pastures awaits you, upon your inception of your passion. 

As we continue down our path we realise that nothing more is required of us. Nothing less needs to be done. Creative destruction is a path that we all go through; to learn; to discover; and become wiser about the ourselves relevant to the world that we see before our deceiving eyes. 

Perceive that the path we will walk will be a difficult and troubled one.  Continue reading

bridging a connection.

the embodied connection between two entities can neither be expressed or seen. Instead it is express to one another through a channel that only each other can understand…just as the bridge they look upon, the connection between the bridge can only be sustained when the elements are in sync and balanced…no other large structure can attach a connection without creating disorient……and just as the bridge allows for traffic, so does the connection between the two entities…a traffic flow that is inline, that is heavy at times but peaceful when the sun sets…
what they have is a bridge. a connection…

where art thou reflection?

A perspective through ones’ lens can take many frames. A reflection can be perceived beyond the lens of which you look through. Seek not what you see through the lens that you pierce, but the reflection that the lens perceive as you look upon. See beyond the lens and understand the reflection that the frame of which it creates. Nothing is what it seems, but everything can also be what it seems. Understand not beyond the lens. But the reflection that bestows upon thou…

burstin buildin brains.

the buildin sits patiently, thinking, waiting, pondering.

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envision the clouds as brains.
the buildin burstin with thought.

leaves of the moonlight.

…in darkness we fear fear itself, disregarding any form of light that may shine a path in out time of need… through the lens we call eyes, we see dark green leaves hovering above our temples as we walk paths of darkness… beyond the photosynthesis that occurs above us, there is the moonlight that allows such an event to occur… little do we realise the science of interactions that continues to surround us…

…after all, we only see the moonlight through the leaves…

colourful ponder.

the fringe in a colourful image of thought and exposure to the sensitivity of colour.

one never knows who has eyes upon them from any hole that provides peripheral.

beyond the faceless women sits an entity in thought, the use of a mind and the thoughts from a brain can be detected but never measured in its capacity to imagine. just imagine its capacity.

beyond every persons faceless face lies a mind. a mind thirsty for knowledge. quench it must. fuel it needs. experience it has. 

beyond the faceless women is just a colourful ponder.

3 little pigs.

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