shmervaderva

Settling to never settle
Deep and slow moving, like a nomadic herd, primitive drones weaving in and out of consciousness, transcending time. Sheer rock cliffs cannot contain the war whoops and tribal tension.
I was standing over my feet when I realized my hearts the fire and my blood the heat.
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Life is about Mixing Life with Art so that eventually one becomes mistaken for the other.
My memory seems to operate in reverse.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides.
There is a mystery, Beneath abstraction, Silent, depthless, Alone, unchanging, Ubiquitous and liquid, The mother of nature. It has no name, but I call it "the Way"; It has no limit, but I call it "limitless".Being limitless, it flows away forever; Flowing away forever, it returns to my self: The Way is limitless, So nature is limitless, So the world is limitless, And so I am limitless.For I am abstracted from the world, The world from nature, Nature from the Way, And the Way from what is beneath abstraction.