Ultraviolet Fluids in the atmosphere…
Lhe dou o início e um dos últimos capítulos de meu terceiro Livro “DragonFly’s ecstasy”~~~~ floresça ao desfrutá-lo.
Dear Atmosphere,
here i begin with a butterfly’s wing
Petunia observes me like centinela greens
I fall asleep reading Persuasion, but noisy Ghosts keep me in a parallel
Something I am not suppose to tell
The rain spoke to me today … as opening the tunnel through dimensions, flourishes a smell, fragrance of his Garden. Noise of celestial matter.
Mother Nature creatures came flying, falling within the drops of purple rain in collapse with the portal that divides atmospheres. The drops of sacred tears touched all surface’s skin and internally layers of my plazmatic body. It was like being the Garden, being a flower’s petal transiting between pollen particles among flury bees and their fluorescent spirit. Nothing is all understandably uncertainty.
Nature itself poured down over nymphs through The Ghost and it’s creatures’ scent.
A work of art to be experienced Even though we humans are in constant transmutation for the reach of perfection closer to as God reveals life, Nature in itself never transformation for it already is, it does not transcend for it is transcendency.
The still rock holding our minds and body requires equilibrium to keep spinning.
Babilonia,
E suas almas perdidas e desesperadas
Massa de plasma , plasmas instalados por ninfas de eletricidade emocional.
Tudo é constelação, constelação do passado, do passado obscuro em luto pelo futuro próximo de maldições.
Quebradas maldições, momentâneo instante da perda do sentido de cura, em que se reina por fim a liberdade vestida com a coroa de pérolas, colhidas em harmonia de dentro do útero da existência sinistral com o batimento sinestésico em ritmo com o oceano espacial universal.
Serendipitously,
Love for me is greater than the love I once had for the dusty petrified world.
Chains, the intense pulses of evil stop humming, mattering, zombieing
a tunnel is formed between me and the heavens.
the seven heavens
When I see you and a firebird. I stretch my hand, my gentle freaky pale hands. The distance between earth and the skies shortened. New water flows through the tunnel
Its hands invite me to wear the crown .
zumbido ,
Across the tunnel carries me resurrecting my fire Ghost, My body is completely open into the heavens. Moths and bugs come out flying, as if cleaned my spirit is now transformed to be.
My materialised soul”s trancendency’s light, purifies the systems of flesh , blood and aurea.
Everything refers to nature , garden creatures of the earth above and below particles of .
Vision your eyes, you think, you feel, how curious, what are us.. The matter… star dust, dust… noise… vibration, ecstasy
If i wish at the moment to become a dragon, although for the slightest hath second continuously consciously continuous myself about consciousness and realistic unreality of fantasy, i interrupt the process from beginning only sparkle of stones, manifests inside my brain corrupting me to imprint the image of the invertebrate member from the castle of bugs to the back of my mind, nothing more.
Than the visual stimulation. Maybe attraction, obsession but not transcendency. The fact of a thought. Brain limits what a moment could have been manny insight enlightenment.
Thorns of the Ghost,
Recently found out,
My soul embodies the knowledge to transcend merely solitary tears, tears of hurt watering a possible flower in growth among thorns, but thorns of delicacy of the Celestial Ghost.
Solitude do fantasma divino puro difundido em paz, paz de pólen em contato com o orvalho que deste caótico embaralho traz o espírito cósmico.
Feel the particles left by silfs, raises within the air your spirit for the Ghost it carries. The layers of colors touch the electricity of a silky essence.
Vivemos em uma teia energética, for the symbols brought from the astral created time… for the desperation of a body searching for the material , for explanation.
But the spirit which whom the celestials belongs, breathes comets of Aurea’s symphony.
Seeds into the ground flourish into the ethereal plane, a flore’s transcendency unraveling the period of detaching particles of the substance fountain. For, petals and pollens distant become and persuade the renewed cycle of light, the cycle of the non dimension, where it all began . The garden , the garden of the elixir of ecstasy. Garden of Eden , of transfusions … the fruit of lullaby dragonflies.
The walking of life invites me in the florestal atmosphere where my elementals accompany me, for the native that sings, inhales the forest’s scent and becomes the ecosystem , stalk, chlorophyll roots petals dust. Extraterrestrials watching side across us , teaches and forbids the abilities we could own.
The evolution must be heard for the continuous of a elevating frequency maintaining peace, balance within the galaxies of time. Flame is out now the torch burned , talking place on that matter now is my brain, in blazes of understanding and transcendence surprises, the unknown which is known. Insights are written down while being covered by other pearls of mind. The fact , I was about to become ether . crossing the matter of time, space life , honestly the paradise light.
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