I felt I should throw this out their, I quickly wrote this weird thing a ways back, its kinda old and may not be in alignment with where I'm at, but some things are in unison

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Trinity's Body:



transfusion, of mental endless absolutions.

into liquid.

liquid molasses of living lava.

that becomes water, or perhaps actually "milk"

white and beautiful.

the trans-lusion of any and all things, yet not against their will.

bringing them together in the push/pull of this "waters" currents of its being.

slowly, letting things tide with eachother.

letting them form themselfs into new forms as they wilfully are needed by them

this endless bliss of love letting through the fusion waters that is this "milk", this surreal harmonious white molasses of pure fusion.

the eyes open from the painter of this place.

seeing the seeings, the translations of things as they shore upon eachother.

in this act of seeing, the painter sees knowledge, infinite knowledge, absolutely truly.

breathing in the particles of exsistance, and breathing out into the cool warm space of light, and light particles.

seeing everything conjunct.

as the endless infinity of structural knowledge, the endless library of truth and the painters need to see and learn

from this library



the great tool

- form lost