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his Sun & her Rain... are deeply souling~healing 'One' emotion..
all I see as I earnestly open this squared diary tonight..
are the quite humbly circling cyclical gratitudes of
… the profoundly connective rounded emotions ... yet
veiled as the visibly bold & the talking tall languaging
fonts.. phew as still only the 'indecipherable' scribbles..
spread meagre over the so~massive non-arably vacant
blanks... in hopes of an impossibly ameliorative rainfalling
l o v e
of~ as words words words words… what are they..these
words.. what do they hold in them so much deep etched..
lying there...
a memory emblem of an ironically brittle~ tempered
herbarium .. a pinnate Azadirachta foliage, (holed
here & there so aesthetic .. in spite of itself touted
insecticidal… by the voracious caterpillary eaters...)
in its a nostalgical crusted algal green desiccations
in a similar sagacious silence of the books.. of the
hard truth of words in as emotional art. . as the
truly devouted matchless symbionts of virtue.. well
away from those foxy growling charades of
the rough~ headed Aspergilli fungi... their black sporous
choking dusts.. are armed naxal~ miscreants
& but the beauteous irony
exists everyewhere.. here... the vitally neeming in
anti-viral principles of each sacred homehood here.. know
well these "motherly” viral particulate sequences, even
when in their rabid pandemic vigours of a mammoth
conquering outbreak ..as a perfect Dharmic~ Karmic
takeback weapon... more a panacea to all your cruelly
gruelling corporate sophistications in blatant toxic
atrocities & the silken slithery soft~wovenly traitorous
rattle vipers~ those abound backstabbing hypocrisies
of y o u, goddamn man(un)kind
sssshhhh NO…
you f**kn dunn know or feel
“her” ever, the Nature
the “her”
(..rising early to pray & harness in Surya Namskara Yoga
the March end’s awakening “Sun” that’s seemingly so synthetic
in its clinically striking saccharine fluorescing ball of hued candy
that in its boiling aggressive inner helial fusion core.. brightens
quick as blinding fireball.. of a peaking truth’s sharpeningly
crackling One Olympic flame of the Universe
her
swiftly steadying pace of each taking in~out Kundalini breath
& the wide-open planetary eyes in align to her worshipping Sun)
yes, the ''her"
knows of the subsequent fantaish to the golden tinge gaze of Sun
becoming sooner the bridal her 's diamond bejeweled third eye
the "her"..
of mornings ..in all the overnight conceptions shimmer in ripened
panicular bearings.. overflows with the crying out pure lactational
springs.. that just optimally wets with the holy milken WHITE
in the vast sprinkling .. in opening up her sanctum sanctorum
to her Sun's stunning spin, in the unfazed stillness posture
now. do you, the exceedingly unweeded lethal parasitic man(un)kind,
ever know, if not feel, "her' in all such intensive feltness springing inner..
& see, what now. your shameless selfish showcasings have only invited
the karmic viral warriors once again... nothing more now. let the battle
of your end.. begin now, you already globally super~spread pathetic
brutal saprophytic mind.. where you often in misleading anonymities.. tour
in eye~blinding roguish gimmicks, that
in "her" ..
explodes as continental drifts.. the messy chaotic shreddy chunks of her
uterine walls afloat in the marooning pools of stenchy menstrual blood
..,the Kali of her avatar rages in an unstoppably flooding hunt in the REDS
--her lushly stemming thigh~terrains burn intricate in the undammed bleed
unto the thirsting earthen porosities.. her padding fair white skirts capture
Kali's apocalyptical streaks, flaring high as killer geometrical intersecting
matrices... trapping~ trampling to execute your Kaliyug's unlimited lies
"her"
tears run BLACK from the thickety kohl~wood eyes in sweeping wildfire
..looks up only to the sunning Him in the pencilling straight golden threads
streaming live bit~codons, pouring in the pure 'synchronous' strings
of an
e-motionally touch~healing transmutational rainfall
..& her singing coronal core in no more fallouts
you now kind enough mankind?
#ERULGCT #3
Published 2nd Apr 2020
Author's Note
nature, rain, sun ...all elements ..are pure emotions.. in harmony... the viral too... in love, there is no fear for any worst warfare ...YOU KNOW, LOVE YOU ROB ♥️.LOVE DU XX
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2nd Apr 2020 2:11am
2nd Apr 2020 5:14am
2nd Apr 2020 6:46pm
Lest we forget the comfort ....the soft edges of love and humanity
Drowned out by the roar of lions, do not sacrifice like lambs
Drowned out by the roar of lions, do not sacrifice like lambs
2nd Apr 2020 10:50pm
The open is quite engaging it it's intimate detail. There is something very personal about the opening of a diary and sharing of it's contents, a window into the personal contemplations and experiences each recording holds. There is a very yin yang kind of romantic struggle on various levels of nature, nurture, physical, spiritual, all colliding and coalescing. It's a fantastic thing to witness and contemplate.
Anonymous
3rd Apr 2020 11:48am
You are excelling at this 1 scribble a day umanoid. This feels as being smothered by Mother Nature, and yet the brutality is akin to a sword piercing the flesh of all unkind & untrue. Always xx
