wandering around the stretch near the Himalayas my eyes gaze upon the divine woman wearing the Khamsa the amulet of the Goddess Tanit of Phoenicia hanging from the black thread tied around her neck her eyes of innocence now glaring at me as she struggles to push her bag out the door elegantly… Continue reading The Woman wearing Khamsa of the Phoenician Goddess ~ bliss in the Himalayas.
the transcendentalist whilst finding the self within the loneliness visits the temple of transcendence in the psychic world of the northern sky. after doubting the heuristics of the decision the transcendentalist sits in sukhasana and within a second, as the eyes shut its doors of visionary perception, transcends the boundaries that keep the soul… Continue reading The Temple of Transcendence
I walk on the sidewalks in the city of natura, As I suddenly encounter an epiphany, that maybe we shouldn't get too lost searching.
i woke up in the sunset island demented by the zenith of all that has been my eyes shift towards the sea-green ocean of intuition is this another hue that's reflective? walking towards the sǣ my vision caught in the ether of the sunset sky i submerge myself into the transcendental waves as my psyche opens… Continue reading The Sunset Island
Hands so full with veins alive Mind baffled by the limits of reality True essence of nature interwoven with psychic interpretations, I walk into an abrupt simulation of the blue moon, with hope, with hope.. eyes opening doors to the life beneath ignorance mother nature manifesting purest essence of anima psyche fabricating the nuances in persona… Continue reading The Blue Moon of Hope
What I know is that I am in a state of chaos and I am extremely content with it. I know that no matter how much you say, its the silence that delivers the message. I know that I can keep looking for the desired love, but it only arrives when I shut the door… Continue reading What I know.
“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn’t changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.” — CMBYN, André Aciman just another mere evidence, that emotions can truly devastate an individual into oblivion. following lie the remnants of the broken heart...… Continue reading The Remnants of the Broken Heart