When satisfaction sets in it is okay to be seated. All is accomplished and your purpose has triumph when you understand. Even then, the story must continue. We have diamonds, as beautiful as they are, that form between fissures, not on the mountains. As stunning as the gemstones are, the mountains cannot obtain it. As ascending as they are, they wake in the presence of gems. To only stand still.
When you gaze at Soraya’s work, make sure to keep the eye still. If I were to only speak of her dynamism, then that would be one too many meanings. So I must include the attention she brings of her own to the colors and the hidden meanings beneath the art itself. It is very likely that you may stir up a desire to peal the work’s layers or focus on a partial aspect of the work itself. Such doing would only tarnate the painting, leaving you at a loss without words. You wouldn’t be able to speak of the visual meaning, not because they are none, but because they aren’t seen. You can’t speak of such visual arts of conquest when there are many hidden traps within the partial aspects of the work itself. So gaze in full so you may once return to as you are. If the captivation pulls you, then prepare yourself for the world you are about to enter. This is a journey not like the last one.
At The Peak
Let the energy flow and lay down. Kick your feet up and stay mount. Let the energy pass like flicker. They come as glimmer to the body so satisfied. Peace be still to the mounted. One who can be rooted firmly in their satisfaction. With peace comes it’s duality, but we keep it with the opposition of what is satisfied as well. Depress the air so it can flow free. Let the wind brew the storm and let the storm brew the ice. If the ice is ready then let's begin again and brew water.
You would think when the Rain Pours, it would act to form a new river. Not in the hearts of hearts. The rain pours to pump blood so its energy could dress in a new fashion. To be of clothing even when the body is not present. But with certainty that the body would return. At least, return to turn on the lights so others may gaze at the clothing. Clothes that stand on their own and convert the land into a new surface. To the point of an appeal that attracts all hearts. And when it’s done, that rain will pour even further.
Listen closely or secure the sounds, but this time the world cannot have its music. If the world keeps its music then it’s narrative would end. Sounds from the world expressed as music are for the timid ears so they can experience something new and novel. But when the sounds are compressed and taken away from its holder, then you have given the world an obstacle of its own. For that, the world will give you a story in retribution. Secure the sounds so tightly so you may be granted one of two things: an epic or tragedy. This is no laughing matter.
When the rain ends bring me it’s prestige and everything that comes with it. I want to feel the bliss that compelled it to share among others. This water has lasted through the ages of time. And through its many days, it’s has come by dawn and dusk. Sometimes tampered to the point of foul filth. Other times to the extent of its blissful nature. I will take all that comes with the prestige. I want to form a jewel in the sky. Just like the many angles that crossed my life. As open as my life is to this world, I may depict a gem, but with little form. If it comes to that I’ll hold this water high and let it take any form it, please.
Let the depicted eye take the place of the other eye and see if there is any difference. As each eye changes, you’d see that it continues to rise to a higher class.
Wherever water may be let it rest in peace. I can speak only of its nature. It distills into the surrounding to only take its shape. Let the color of the water be clear: the shade of the color has taken a new meaning even though the sky is red. Let the tides meet the mountains at the horizon. You will see that neither means to you any harm. Only the expansion of other territory.
Walk beyond your length and you may see a mountain before the trees. Climb beyond your reach and you’ll see the summit before the peak. But all you have to do is to look up to see the sky. We are after the location of where the Sun sends its pearls. The place where a thousand soul rush reaching out. Hidden by the thick clouds that wouldn’t filter milk through. Only the drips of the voided envy souls that reach through the clouds. Let the Sun’s pearls push our world, even if the journey of the step is not meant for us.
Soraya Silvestri work at the beginning was an appeal to only, later on, continue transcending. She is in parallel with marvel wonders.
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