Just Listen

There is one who is coming unto, yet he is already amongst the all. He is who is of concepts that consist of alien influence, parallel paragraghs and immortal scriptures. The acquaintance of such a being can only be acquired by listening to all that unbinds the stitchings of dual realities. To all who are able to listen, the granting of beautiful migranes are the privledge, so listen...just listen.
   The tip toeing feet of a spider causing the butterflies take off as a feather falls from the wings of a dove. Puase if thy must, allow a moments delay, can you hear? Are you listening? Just listen... As thoughts are filtered through cotton, causing tears on a pillow as a rain drop is caught by a puddle encouraging the words of a fish during the melting of snow.The contradiction of time remains suspended, within such time have you yet to obtain an acquaintance? No, not as of yet... Just listen.
    The song of the mute that travels as a breeze through an open window, precise like the route of an envelope with the intention of the dandelions wish, during the changing of seasons as the sweater of mortality un-ravels in the blink of an eye. As prayers are scattered to the wind causing a rose to blossom in the midst of morning dew, leaving a kiss of the mind upon a final move of a chess player whois entranced by mercury"s sun. Surely I ask that you listen just listen.

visionarytimei do not know?

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