Sunday, September 26, 2010


I saw an angel on my way home. In fact it was much better because angels don't exist and she was real. A finely tuned outburst of light with the right frequency in the spectrum of beauty, delivered into the inner workings of my mind, reaching a peak of resonance in all systems. How can light have such effect? Don't call upon the poets, for they just know to name the abstract. Read me a tale from mother Nature instead, no human fantasy can outrank her woven tapestry!
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