celebration in velvet, crashing complex, the unseen weaves into shadow, between without, within. narcissistic beasts stay still long enough to watch their reflections in water pools, admiration of form and surface beauty, what is reflected is elemental.

imagine the woods, moss carpets the floor, ferns at a slightly raised level spread out across the filtered lights, lichen symbiotic, you can feel the solid vertical trunks of ancient trees, their wide based and roots that sprawl under the floor sinking deeper into the nature, yet above a mirror of synaptic sparks connects information exchange, the earth intelligence, the cosmic divine. 

whisper in bird song, was it a call or a cry? rustle and bustle trees live in slow time, they know everything.

celebration in velvet, night had come down like the curtain, stars sparkle above, some nocturnal image of myth flickers in darkness, the beast of bad dreams and history. shadows have angles, they appear within shades of judgements, the very same forest, applied difference in light, in shadow, in eye. 

the difference between good and bad, the perspective is shifting all the time, the framework evolves, the complex rift between thought and action, the road to hell is lined with good intention.

the protector of trees has only one purpose, it does not defy logic, reason or love. we are all stardust made, ashes and dust, and ashes again so careful with those hacks eugenics, dna activation is sequential designed beyond time and space by methods unknown.