Each day different wind its flowing its free way
each day there is a form that it creates in the mind and the brain
each moment it shifts its directions to the unknown
each minute I can change myself for the better wind to come by again
each seconds things are becoming rare and known in the more better
more kind of a perfect color
in the comfort of its wind
we stay as if nothing happened during these last years
indeed it did and I am not able to keep shishi about it
without the truth whole the rest seems unreal to me
sometimes yes you need fake the brain and empty the pain
as if never existed transforming it through the practices for a better healthier past and the change in the now
its like travelling in time and changing yesterday and the now for your better feeling mind.
Body and mind connects together as one
One of the many practices that makes me feel just free good
I can be myself in the now
but its You from where I connect from
to the very of the start
About the Creator
Darkos
Human : painter, digital art maker, sound composer, poet, writer, qigong healer & trainer
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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