The person he used to be never seems to go away despite all the differences he knows. Finds the signs of him everywhere he remembers.
Shedding new skins reveals glimmer of the old ones. So much stronger now and so much weaker, both can be true know where mysteries yet to be perceived, held the innocence coiled before.
Begging for movement a sign of growth. Balancing integration, unbending truth given reign; synergy collapses. Broken down, reappeared, lost again, thought to be found but disillusion is conceiving. Too fast cycling through, spinning, jumping, dodging, begging then abandoning all, but my own will.
Warmly embraced spinning in space we really are. Don't let cultural illusions plague your brain. know the truth of the living starlight inside each of our souls. Molecules ancient are me and you and everything over and over again through stories ending and beginning in all people, all animals, in the leaves of all skies inside all spaces. All waters know the feel of your feet bottoms on the rocks where you became one. The rock outside of myself is who I was.
Living everything.
-Ed Tajchman
Shedding new skins reveals glimmer of the old ones. So much stronger now and so much weaker, both can be true know where mysteries yet to be perceived, held the innocence coiled before.
Begging for movement a sign of growth. Balancing integration, unbending truth given reign; synergy collapses. Broken down, reappeared, lost again, thought to be found but disillusion is conceiving. Too fast cycling through, spinning, jumping, dodging, begging then abandoning all, but my own will.
Warmly embraced spinning in space we really are. Don't let cultural illusions plague your brain. know the truth of the living starlight inside each of our souls. Molecules ancient are me and you and everything over and over again through stories ending and beginning in all people, all animals, in the leaves of all skies inside all spaces. All waters know the feel of your feet bottoms on the rocks where you became one. The rock outside of myself is who I was.
Living everything.
-Ed Tajchman
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