(A
freeform flow.)
Positive
change is afoot and a huge wave just washed through, a shifting of
clouds. Winged Mercury released from stagnating retrograde like a
slingshot reverberating in the aethers. An arrow tipped with the
seed of radical revision born of deep introspection. Volcanic
eruptions spew molten magma and the phoenix rising.
Consulting
the oracle hopeful of a sea change, a turning of the hitherto
corrupted tide. People everywhere aware despite the still slumbering
mass and the media on a leash, cracks creaking in the structure. As
within so without in the season of seeds sprouting breaking through
the surface to the sun.
Abundance,
that which there just has to be more of, happening by itself when
even the sins are all just pathetically synthetic.
Earth
in a timeless abundance otherwise organically transmuting anomalous
intrusions, disseminating seeds of novelty through Fauna, Flora, and
The Wisdom Web-work of Novel Solutions.
All
the winged, webbed, legged, finned, and furry, one with the way of
things. Beyond the two-leggeds’ dependence on four wheels,
synthetic substitutes for natural faculties, stealing and selling
sacred soil and seizing the source, coating the earth with concrete
to feel more comfortably at home.
Or,
creating abundance by leaving it alone except when it asks for a
hand, which in no way merits a robotic army of mechanical grabbing
machines minus respect.
Forgetting,
humans need a similar setting to thrive as do flowers. Imagine even
lightly blowing the rainbow bloom on a bubble and not expecting the
whole to rearrange.
Best
not to mess with a living planet. She who fruitfully feeds for free,
as we, scattered like windblown seeds in the grass, one with elements
and subject to sun, to get to the point and not ramble on but
inserted more paragraphs so there’d be more spaces.
While
waiting for weather and sun for an uplift in vibration so instead had
to create one using imagination. That done, haul up anchor from any
tangled fronds of introspection that may be mired and remedy with
healing herbal resolve and affirmation.
Was
prompted and timely so, i hadn’t taken any photos for quite a
while. Immersed in liberating limitations of imagery and
inspiration. So took the point and made a point of getting to the
point for want of somewhere else to go. The point being a jutting
headland five minutes’ walk away overlooking the bay.
Without
walking far, hoping to catch a catalyst or a creative clue
conceptually camouflaged in consensus commonplace consciousness.
Just a walkabout, a random interlude between probable improvisations.
A
chill wind and whitecaps whipping the bay, wind-bent whitethorn
leaning away, grazing sheep on green slopes. With an eye for
composition avoiding the literal obvious what can you do with that
but simplify?
Between
eyesight and sunlight on a dark digital screen, a zoom with a robotic
mind of its own back and forth like a yo-yo with no brakes to
stabilize other than reverse, why do they make them like that ?
Though clicked twenty-five shots, boldly click where no intuition has
gone before and when it feels like there’s some magic in there.
Simply
green fields, profoundly blue sky, and a slow but bright white bank
of hugely voluminous cumulus, a towering wonder in and of itself.
Epitome of uplift invoked and manifest in the shared mind of Gaia
Sophia the Earth.
A
catalyst for simple composition where substance takes precedence over
complexity which is probably what drew me to the point. In the
beginning there was the point and the point was paint. Significance
is in the substance itself and that’s about the essence of it. ~
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Martin
Rainbowmaker.
