| Saturday, May 3rd, 2008 |
| 11:47 am |
missing friends
in a long grass embracing me from the inside i am wondering i am wandering friends when we are together as parts of caleidoscope i will take you to my dream to your dream and finally we can wake up  by della28 Current Music: unison vespertine |
| Saturday, February 9th, 2008 |
| 1:47 pm |
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| Friday, February 1st, 2008 |
| 10:34 pm |
the echo of now
here we are When you know you arrived, there is no longing. You recognize the space of intersection: colorful, whole, abundant, blissful and ceaseless. This is now. Now is you. You are the eye projecting back to the source every frozen instant of radiant structure seen by innumerable eyes. You are the seed traveling through the dark matter in a never repeating itself pattern. You are the womb of the wonderland, the abyss for those who dare to dive. For only all can supply the whole vision at the birth of the light. The space is an immaculate liguid ready to take any form. Any form is conceived within it. It is the great unexplored that you initiate with the breath of the sound. It is the space of the heart where the transcendental revolution takes place. Laying the beat on the map of the mindscape, you are bringing into existance energy piercing those transient forms. This vibration awakens.       photo by della28 Current Mood: awakeCurrent Music: heartbeat |
| Tuesday, December 18th, 2007 |
| 11:15 pm |
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| Wednesday, December 12th, 2007 |
| 12:35 am |
projection: what do you see?
Projections rule us. They are our future, imposed on the present, which we’re unable to see blind with projections. Projections have the power to create artefacts. The artefacts build up a home for an egocentist artist, obsessed with the artistic creativity. The power of destruction is the doorway to the pre-state of projecting from the future onto the present. There is a Great Unexpected for which we are all craving. It is the light that hurts to look at. There is no way I can use it. Nor that I want it. The Blindness brings me to the Unexplained. Which part of the corrupted light counted in particles can be captured? Going blind is the only way to see the invisible spectre, the waves of energy, smashing the comfortable sense of space-time, existing in the Reality, already separated from the Reality. Current Mood: restlessCurrent Music: jim |
| 12:30 am |
the flood   Current Mood: naughtyCurrent Music: the doors |
| Tuesday, December 11th, 2007 |
| 10:09 pm |
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| Monday, December 3rd, 2007 |
| 9:09 pm |
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| Saturday, November 17th, 2007 |
| 12:25 am |
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К ЧЕРТУ ПОДРОБНОСТИ! В КАКОМ Я ГОРОДЕ? Current Music: parks, gift |
| Monday, November 12th, 2007 |
| 12:05 am |
little L look at her she needs to be nurtured by the nectar which is your water, caressed with the feathers which are your fingers, she needs to be taken to the light which comes from your inside, kissed with the blessings which are your eyes, she needs to be warmed by the wind which is your spirit and be alive as long as you feel her  photo by DVincent |
| 12:01 am |
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| Sunday, November 11th, 2007 |
| 11:38 pm |
complete the Tree
We entered the forest full of colorful dreams Running through with rainbows What a moving of light in the skies From your breathing up to the father From my spinning down to the mother We entered the circle of 13 trees Becoming one tree again
What a blessing to feel your electricity On the tips of my fingers While you’re running through me An impossible hero, A possible human of flesh and eyes You are looking through me And seeing me as a whole again Current Mood: awakeCurrent Music: djed tortoise |
| Friday, November 9th, 2007 |
| 2:08 am |
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| 1:30 am |
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| Tuesday, October 30th, 2007 |
| 12:11 am |
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| 12:00 am |
STORIES FROM 28
STORY 4 n though i am holding a stone my palm right open i caugt a piece of cosmic rain and we meet again and again to be the ones to be one  photo by della28 Current Mood: contemplative |
| Monday, October 29th, 2007 |
| 11:53 pm |
STORIES FROM 28
STORY 3 rider on the storm sisters your waves gently tearing the brains off the scraps of memories    photo by della28 Current Mood: calm |
| 11:37 pm |
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| 9:57 pm |
STORIES FROM THE 28
STORY 1 from my deep down the storm is rising foams and waters and sparks no fear no regret no memory washed away polished consciousness       photo by della28 Current Mood: calmCurrent Music: sinead the rivers of babylon |
| 9:26 pm |
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