| White Strings |
| Strings Of Awareness The Remnant That Remains (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah solitude sweet humming the fan, blades running circles of return awake, aware, resting curled on the couch awaiting the news, glancing into there, passing time the place before my face, flowing flitting little things vibrating static all mashed together catching my eye transforming revealing as if speaking, on the parchment of unmanifest space writing substance with ink of disuniform time unfolding dimensionless strings embedded in nothing thoughtbare the essence of awareness beyond the mind forming some thought, the strings move seeing working making, the garden of the mind |
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