Dying Beauty
Fog clings to the California winery hills, Embracing, Drinking, Drifting on Intoxicated by mist from last nights tears; There is so much dying beauty, All of it alive. Sign in to see full entry.
mystical love and expression: Dying Beauty
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An ongoing series of poetry from a young writer from san francisco who has a experiential interest in mysticism and finding creation's process and light within himself, dissolving bodily and personal identifications. Expression love as the union of yourself with a greater whole, ultimately finding your higher self. influenced by beat literature, eastern philosophy and mystical traditions, christian mystics, nature and backpacking, finding nature in urban settings, and a wanderlust that drives him towards expanding his conditioning and reality to include all the infinite possibilities of existence, including your thoughts and existence right NOW.
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