brothersanchez.bsky.social
Mystic, lunatic, joyful as fuck. Poetry account.
👤 Joined on 15 April 2023
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@brothersanchez.bsky.socialSometimes, I breathe and my World shakes. The limbs quake with wakeful kauna, from roots to crown, a song of heat and frost it stirs. How straight the trunk has grown, when filled with the wind of lifa. A hollow reed, filled.
Show Postlotta people running into the hard problem of consciousness these days and bouncing off it while denying it's there. "i simply know which entities are and are not conscious. it's obvious"
Show PostThat's beautiful, Brother. I hope that you're well. 🙏
Show PostYou bruised your Ba, consequent to denting your alembic, now your hugr's running frenic. This is not a reason to panic. When the gate to Shangri La, has clearly been set ajar, and the only star you know, is your own. Follow it.
Show PostThe space has been erased. My oldest face replaced, by a tatterdemalion gathered, from the scatterings of the wasteland. Who is here anymore to keep the count for? What are years when days are unnumbered? What is left then the seeds were set on shelves and spoilt? Till what? Till when? Well?
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