I’ve been waiting outside the beaver lodge; I’ve been wading inside the beaver lodge.
I am waiting outside the beaver lodge; I am wading inside the beaver lodge.
I will be waiting outside the beaver lodge; I will be wading through the beaver lodge.
I’ve been waiting for eons earnestly, manifesting myriad crystalline,
Colour cloud compositions consisting, of constellation conversation verses,
abstracted from their places but recontextualized by discriminant diversication.
Now We are learning to learn to learn and, lackadaisically progressing towards a, symphonic recapitulation of what Wasizilbe (what-is-will-be),
implemented by individual- notes, punctuated art-iculations.
Just Being.
I will be resplendent and decadent
Promiscuously spontaneous, Aziz-al-vish (as-is-all-Flesh), radiating Subjectiveness.
conjures sounds of a landscape, riparian in movement from the mystery of a foggy meadow, a woodland as a storm passes through, to the feelings provoked in the perspective from high hills and mountains Animal Laughter