/|\ Navigating from the invisible engendering the South another wheel and the North the fruits of its own. Through lands of passage, wrapped in twilights camouflaging the landscapes. It’s not a camping place, one passes chasing the smell of what’s to come. Passing without a pause wondering stones and one will make us pass. We […]
Category: Wheel of Life
/|\ We will reach the Equinox confusing standstills, confinements and lock downs with the new sidereal space. These local happenings are not planetary, nor do they come with the new Solar Phase and specifically they were not written. Those from the Solar Phase were written, they are planetary and do not lockdown. Locality does not […]
/|\ Candela, mother of mothers, rocks her aqueous fire sprinkling the drops with rose marbles. Her sparks decorate the sea of seas while the spin intones another season. That of water, of aqueous fire, of regenerating, of fecundating, the one engendering tides. Worlds of colossus. Their power ignite and even smallness swells dizzying […]
/|\ A solstice with the taste of burnt wood and the planet’s waist so tight that thought goes mad. The South halfway, returns; the North starts another cycle. But we do not notice that anymore. Neither that we will sail through lands that no one will name, for unawareness, for dissipation and for proscription. But […]
/|\ Leaving already the sidereal translucent stretch, penetrating us or entering through lands of substances that are worth it. Through them, life goes by above conditions, fates and origins, making it worth it. Goal, objective or purpose stop being the horizon; all moments become horizon for they are worth it and deserve the effort. We’ll […]
/|\ The calendar bias on twenty-one will not graze this Equinox, maybe the astronomical twenty-three. Though last ones arrived late to the tilted formula. Anyway, we already turned into sidereal waters made, inhabited and rode by translucent humours airing the landscape. About changing, just the optic, light and vision. Airing the angle tilts, lets more […]
/|\ Almost used to converging from a distance, no physicality and no circuits, we were thrown physically into far aways. Passages of the new stretch crossed our way, projecting us above velocity and made light into dimensional distances. Sidereal stretch replete of passages, transporting us instantly into unknown sceneries, routes, whereabouts. Without noticing, these are […]
/|\ Solstice in the horizon inviting to cross the thresholds of sidereal territories lived at a a distance. Only floating drops are made out. But uninhabited are not; as emerald gardens, therein worlds happen. Made of confluences amidst dispersion, coinciding on the convergent frequency. Life makes its way at a distance. Everyone is there, everyone […]