here lies the closest reality to the lovely nonsense of a mind; unconscious thoughts and wide awake dreams; separate entities tied together by the thread of existence.

Stem of Young Pine Tree, Photomicrograph by Michael Franklin
Untitled by xenia ayunova
Untitled by xenia ayunova
The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.
Deng Ming-Dao

Dimas Melfi

I dream of that day

Where is my mind?