Shells of Perception

Oh I love this Cipher.

Shells having a soul. I just looked up monastic btw. Had no idea what that meant. LOL
So thank you.  But back to this poem. This whole piece glows to me. With that
pic really quite beautiful:)

I like so much that you like, A...

And am deeply appreciative...

:))))

Later Sainted Satyr (yay or nay.?.)

:P

Did you just call me a drunken goat/horse? hahahah
Those are fighting words Pablo.  Too funny
Definitely a yay - cause I like causing trouble. hehehehe

I looked it up (Satyr) on google and went with the
Greek interpretation.

So divinely illuminated, dear Cipher. I feel a particular sacrosanct of certain colors and how one's aura has innate hues to reflect their very individualized truths... I find the "shelled in the soul" line , as a sort of protection...it's a lovely enchanting notion to me...

and Adel is absolutely correct.... a lovely picture  indeed.

🌹-🐚
xoxo

Thank you B...

That is very profound...

You strike me as one who would be able to see auras...  

:)))

BTW...  Your shade of blue is the one to look for, I think...

Do our souls play the music of the universe? Who knows?
Excellent.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

That is awesome BK...

I am going to meditate on this further...

Thank you...

hugs...