Clarity,
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PO Box 6945,
London.
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United Kingdom
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Have you ever been bewitched by flowers?
In early spring I watched a bouquet of tulips and anemones unfold slowly over two weeks, I've never before been so captivated by flowers, so entranced by their beauty. I even made an attempt to help them pollinate, pretended I was a bee (the lockdowns, while no longer in action, have indeed left their mark on my being). I watched an old documentary on plants around the same time which explained how plant's brains can be seen as being in their roots and so they are upside down compared to us, with their heads in the ground and their bottoms in the air, and even though I know well about the stamen and pistil, I just had never quite thought about it in that way, that the beautiful tulips on my coffee table were genitals slowly undressing in the air.
Flowers are the grace and decoration of the plant, they draw us in, to the point where whole financial markets were created around them. And in us, our floral parts too have this attractive quality, for some felt more through energy then gazed at, but, you know some like to gaze. There's a lady in this town here who only paints women's genitals, and on very large canvasses, very very large, wall to ceiling.
It casts the lines of 22 in an interesting light. Women can definitely have beards and lend grace to them, and this wouldn't be vanity exclusively, but would simply make the destination inviting.
White horses could be insects, bees, moths or whichever critters are not stealing the pollen but are transporting it to the right destination. I've appreciated 'horses', and as I'm now hitting mid life I guess I'll come across some white ones eventually.
Moist...
Maybe the first line describes the sublimation of genitals to foot fetishes,
Or at five, in a whole group, a small bundle might be distressing but comparison cannot overcome beauty, and size doesn't alter beauty's effect. It's allllll good stuff.
And the last line, like the dying flower in my pic below, where all the petals are going but the genitals of the flower remain, completely bare and about to die or create the seed of a new life, and, still beautiful, with impressive grace in their unsheltered vulnerability.
( extra thought for line 3, how the tulip closes its petals at night to protect its genitals and opens them up in the sunlight, each day becoming more open until it can't close its petals at night anymore.)
In early spring I watched a bouquet of tulips and anemones unfold slowly over two weeks, I've never before been so captivated by flowers, so entranced by their beauty. I even made an attempt to help them pollinate, pretended I was a bee (the lockdowns, while no longer in action, have indeed left their mark on my being). I watched an old documentary on plants around the same time which explained how plant's brains can be seen as being in their roots and so they are upside down compared to us, with their heads in the ground and their bottoms in the air, and even though I know well about the stamen and pistil, I just had never quite thought about it in that way, that the beautiful tulips on my coffee table were genitals slowly undressing in the air.
Flowers are the grace and decoration of the plant, they draw us in, to the point where whole financial markets were created around them. And in us, our floral parts too have this attractive quality, for some felt more through energy then gazed at, but, you know some like to gaze. There's a lady in this town here who only paints women's genitals, and on very large canvasses, very very large, wall to ceiling.
It casts the lines of 22 in an interesting light. Women can definitely have beards and lend grace to them, and this wouldn't be vanity exclusively, but would simply make the destination inviting.
White horses could be insects, bees, moths or whichever critters are not stealing the pollen but are transporting it to the right destination. I've appreciated 'horses', and as I'm now hitting mid life I guess I'll come across some white ones eventually.
Moist...
Maybe the first line describes the sublimation of genitals to foot fetishes,
Or at five, in a whole group, a small bundle might be distressing but comparison cannot overcome beauty, and size doesn't alter beauty's effect. It's allllll good stuff.
And the last line, like the dying flower in my pic below, where all the petals are going but the genitals of the flower remain, completely bare and about to die or create the seed of a new life, and, still beautiful, with impressive grace in their unsheltered vulnerability.
( extra thought for line 3, how the tulip closes its petals at night to protect its genitals and opens them up in the sunlight, each day becoming more open until it can't close its petals at night anymore.)