Strange shapes
Strange shapes
Forms, shapes, lines, colors, motifs, patterns, shades
All of these are spiritual friends and help my spiritual development.
Oh, how much life teaches, the sight, the ever-changing world, everything
Everything, everything… Hmm, life gives everything that we need,
and what we want, but we don’t use those gifts because the desire for pleasure consumes us. Me.
Yes, but the beauty and formal space, lines, and colors lift my soul higher and higher, and I don’t do anything.
No need
Hmm…, automatic learning? Spontaneous knowledge acquisition? Imprinted impressions?
Aptitude? My tendency? Is this quality of mine a gift of life?
Part of my fate? Consolation for my sufferings? Life support from God?
This is a good question.
I don’t know, but an inner force or power, an unknown consciousness, guides my life.
I want it. Thank you, God. You instilled this in me so that I could develop one or another way.
Another way? Everyway. In everyway. Hmm, yes.
Forms, shapes, lines, colors, motifs, patterns, shades - all the way
All my way
And the thinking
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