To continue writing for my sake of learning how to journey the forest of knowledge with courage and humility for fate and natures desire for complexity in the mind of the mushroom seen in a dream it spoke of love and music giving insight into the heart clarity to my mind im wonderfully baffled by the undeniable experience of the world of the soul the psychic medium of myth and novelty to bind riddles and poems and conversations with silence.
Somewhere in the cosmos there is a word that exists but is invisible to space and time as apparent to the eyes a transforming metaphor a small gesture of a word to remind us of something we have simply forgotten. Muses and poets underlying everything is an echoe of loneliness and longing to resolve the seperation inside my mind.
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