Think of the things you want to hear.
Touch body, feel thoughts, think feeling.
Think of the stars that want to be beating
alive, in your chest, embraced with joy.
Think of the shimmer of a hidden creak.
Your steps lead you to the enchanted stone.
It's not enchanted, really, it's just your thoughts.
They enchant the reality and make you flow.
You became a droplet, bathe with your friends
in the river bed, splashing sweetly, like rain in a distant dream.
Leaves fall. You sail them, following the song
of the river that you've come to call your home.
Think of the bubbling fiery sphere
full of nothingness, inspired by space.
Think of the spheres inside your being.
Tiny droplets you melt into as you fall with the leaves.
Think of the wind dancing unbound in the branches,
playing songs, humming deep in the ground where no one can see.
Think of the night that falls with the leaves,
covering the world with its cozy calm.
Think of nothing as you listen to the breeze.
Let it sway you away, somewhere, somewhere far
beyond what you'd thought would be possible even in most daring of dreams.
Dare to think of nothing as you fall asleep.
Dare to wake up thinking,
what a lovely fall.
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Pozwoliłem swojemu mózgowi prowadzić. Poprowadził mnie donikąd ale było miło.
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I think I want peace and wonder and passion.
I dream a place where I find all this at my fingertips.
It's in the air. I don't even have to reach.
In my dream I got embraced and then fell asleep.
It felt good. It's been a while since I last felt hugged.
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heart beats
Puisi~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
