God is in the impulse, the heart is truer than what we see. It is what we believe that holds are deceit, the structure of the Kingdom awaits an entrance, where no exits shall exist. We can come to the door through our own devices, as the windows are always open. Allow the breeze of your existence to cool the temperament of the uneven mind. The designs are the projections awaiting an artist to further draw out new lines. The observation of love is the circumference of a center ever expanding throughout the abstracted mind. A Universe, a paradox, the light is reflected off the moon. We give the same light as what we take, in a world of suffering, we all are the illusion of pain, the wound was never opened.
– Josh Fleming
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