Reflection..

Russian artist. Some Russian Painters of Early 20th Century - Art Before Sleep

Vibrant! She thought.. Such exhilarating unadulterated fun! Though the day was exhausting, totally lifted she felt in spirit and mind. A much needed rest was called for! I’ll have to do it again, she thought.. Such fun begotten but not never in vain.

 

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Beloved..

 

 

Leonardo da Vinci, detail from Madonna of the Rocks showing the angel ___

Happy and flowing in the love of joy.. The graciousness of gratitude all encompassing whilst forgetting oneself. Tethering, flowing in the will of now encompassing all that be. Greatness the void of everything and limitless the nothingness of time an illusion of manifest. Deep the simplicities, no complexions of lull.. Serenity, the very echo.. Bursting the fire, the flame fills with joy, fit to burst inside, enthralled the very now. How wonderful the blessings bestowed this time.. Often elapsing but never forgotten that one place of you that’s special and new, everytime you gauge, you gauge away from you. Stay true, stay true to that moment of you, special inside unique to you. A place awaits that feels brand new for every moment mislaid by you. A fitting place just for you. Come back to home, elapse no more.. Come back, come back to your adore. Refreshing vitality had never left you at your door. Neither will it forsake you, forsake you no more.. The choice is yours beloved.

 

 

 

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Lost ship..

Edmund Dulac _ Medieval_Fantasy _ Pinterest.jpg

Expectations, like tiny trickles of raindrops falling on an open ground.. Free to roam, to find source each trickle a vacuum encompassing the free will of others it devours. Drowning in expectations, overwhelming, overflowing the veins swell until blood becomes water.. Lost in the vast ocean of otherness whilst needing to settle on board that swirling drowning ship. Hence when the sun comes out and the light shines on that glistening vessel once more. No more a weary wreck.. Aboard, dry and encompassed with free will, an illusion never lost but that the mind had allowed those raindrops to steer that weary vessel away. The raindrops had turned into a vast ocean drowning out that beautiful vessel. But hence the light will always save the day and warm the blood once more.. Seek solice in refuge and refuge in solice. My love adored once more.

 

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The unruly..

Artist – Edmund Dulac Edmund Dulac _ Edgar Allan Poe _ Ian Beck

By the force it came to her, unknowing and surreal, an automatic implant from the unknown. She thanked the bliss from which it came and the serenity bestowed upon her. She knew exactly what to do.. Maybe, from this day you’ll take over she thought.. She laughed, perhaps you always have.

 

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Searching..

Twitterb2fa909Rummaging, rummaging and all the time what your looking for is already there. Conscious awareness the key to unlocking your troubles. Answers lie within, not without.. We are the masters of our own creations. Mind is beautiful but you have to do just that.. Mind. There is sunshine on the horizon.

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Conspiracy..

Picture by Arthur Rackham.arthur rackham 02Awkward though it was the information was out, although only a trickle the secret must remain. The plotters stood discussing their next move to remain aloof and inconspicuous. Tree veins were vital to entering the unknown and if this get’s out catastrophe could be unleashed on the unknowledgeable.. For only the knowledgeable could handle such treasure, the chosen to do so. Who has left such a note they thought.. The mind boggled has to how and why this could of happened.

“We need to clear this up” Grable the important black crow squawked. “We can’t let this get out” he croaked sternly to his accomplishers Frank the professor and Edge the run around mouse whom usually did all the leg work. Indeed, if people realized that the veins of the old oak tree were entrances to the catacombs of fantasy the world as we know it would change. For these veins when used in the ritual would compel the user into unknown territory beyond their imagination. In catacombs of mysteries unknown yet to man. “Not yet” said crow.. “The worlds not ready yet” mankind needed more time..

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Strange occurrences..

Picture by Arthur Rackham.WP_20160214_17_23_35_ProFabled opportune was a den like no other.. A sea creatures party without the water, although they looked like strange sea creatures they obviously wasn’t for these strange orifice’s breathed air. Some were gill like, some more humanoid, a strange mixture of fabled and alien like creatures all mulling together in this vast underground cavern away from human kind and their complexities. She had stumbled upon this place whilst discovering her archaeological triumphs of old, her usual venue in the out of beyond places where man usually feared to tread.. It was her delicacy. Their languages seemed mimicking and strange with undertones of heightened notes, a mystery void to her.. But still she persisted on treading further and further yet into the unknown. Her saving grace was that she was unimportant to them, or at least she seemed to be. Never before had she felt so insignificant as they went about their business seemingly oblivious to her existence. Gasped, she sat back and minutely hand picked the thoughts carefully of what she was going to make of this strange party.. Perhaps she was going mad was one of them.

On attempt to get noticed she bravely bellowed out, “do we have to be ignored” nothing.. Total suspense of disbelief overwhelmed her as she pinched her skin to reassure herself. There seemed to be two groups to hand, one fabled like with strange attire and a sort of human existence which preluded them. The other a reptilian, fish like kind of sea creature or better described as alien looking. Caught on her wondrous technology,she had the proof.. This wasn’t going to escape her, unlike any other find she’d ever discovered. Valuable though it was, her virtuous nature had some serious weight to mull over. Concerned with doing the right thing she stood in ore of the moment grasping this seemingly agile mess she’d gotten herself into, before finally leaving to gauge in her disbelief. The attire of the unknown she thought..

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