Multitudes, there a pleathora of possibilites all juxtaposed, one upon another,
And you are a theard in this tapestry of quantum soup. Manifest and yet full of possibility
Lets us reminisce about the place from where all beautiful things arrive into this mismash world.
A world of infinite possibilities....
Allow yourself to be graced by the divine muse and suck from her teat the milk of inspired nothingness...
Let us dare to imagine the moment that leads to our collective reality. From Imagination to reality and what of the divide...
Unencumbered freedom to explore, a magical dance though time and space,
And what odd time signature will you dance along with...?
I will dance in 12/15, an arythmic cycle of mad uncertanity and yet completely grounded in the lap of nature, with my head resting on her bossom
Natures rhythms guide my meanderings through the cyclic arrhythmia that we call life, my mind is dancing, my feet and hands attempt to follow along....
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