Lights in the cosmos.
Rivers of passing clouds.
Forest of constellations.
Timeless lingering within.
Ocean inhaling and exhaling.
Breath, a petal of undying renewal.
Death, a succession of endless fireworks.
Being is lights in the cosmos
covered by rivers of passing clouds
which sleep in a forest of constellations.
Being is a timeless lingering within through an ocean inhaling and exhaling,
breath, a petal of undying renewal that perceives in death a succession
of endless fireworks, a history shining through an exploding imagination,
love.
Love is the explosion of imagination. Why? Love that is unconditional dwells in the creative. Where to find the unconditional love that surrounds all things? Be creative and observe what does Being mean.
