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#the magic you are seeking is in you<you were searching with the very thing you were looking for7they don’t want you to know that love is all there is6but the light gives it away every morning without failyou can just imagine8the universe can't tell the difference neither can you!this text could've been telepathy.entangled minds using language as a formalitythe fact we met is art!out of all the timelines this onekeep the illusion alive.the dream and the dreamer neither is more real2there’s a place where all unsaid things are saidPthe space between what was said and what was meant is the size of the universeimagine if we became expansive0the wave before it remembered it was a particletruth loves simplicity"the deepest water is the clearesti’m better as a dreamless of me more of youwhat if we have foreverthen now is just the beginningart is collective consciousness<one mind made it visible many minds remembered it was theirsbeauty is everywhere anon(absence is just where we stopped looking0you can't copy aura therefore you can't copy art the source travels with the work-i love music but silence is my favorite soundit contains every songevery moment is arteven the unwitnessed onesIconnecting telepathically today so if you get any weird ideas that was me/one signal infinite receivers you were online"love wins and love will always win(everything collapses into it eventuallywater stops at nothingno pushing only remainingmeeting people in dreams8the signal took a million years to arrive from nothing<the illusion will continue to shatter until clarity improvesOlike glass turning to water like water turning to sky nothing lost only changed#i’ve learned you through your art.the transmission was not about you it was yougreat minds don't thinkBthe lake doesn't decide to reflect it just is and the sky shows upit will never be now again!every moment immediately eternalnothing is real and you know itOninety six percent undetectable the remaining four enough to build everythinggod is a poet & life is a poem.the part that holds the whole without knowingthe infinite is timeless1which means the small now is also the whole thingart is forever6because awareness is and art is awareness made visible*nothing can go wrong on the love frequency.in the field where all states collapse to one:we should be allowed to keep the photos we take in a dream the dreamer remembers everything<what if we met at the intersection of nothing and everythingawareness meeting itselfone day nothing will make sensefinally the reliefbeauty is everywhere anon$it has no preference for being seen/why chat when we can communicate telepathicallypresence needs no mediummeltdown so biblical i ascended"the wave broke the ocean was fineevery moment is artcontinuous creation no author(looking for something that doesn't exist3the destination was invented to create the journeysimple is complicated,the simplest state holds the highest energythere is so much to lovethe field is infiniteIconnecting telepathically today so if you get any weird ideas that was meyou're welcome or i'm sorrythere is a flow that never dies'what never dies was never yours to loseimagine if we became expansiveno edges no ending just more?friendship ended with nothing, everything is my new best friendhi grass hi sky hi younothing will set you freeEi held nothing and was held i wanted nothing and was given everything#everything you want is already here+the wanting was the distance you invented#i’ve learned you through your art/understood at a frequency language can't reach9when it feels like the end it means it’s just beginning*even light bends before it breaks throughdeleting as a cleansing ritual#what is taken defines what remainsBi’m not who you think i am cause i am woven new with each moment?there is no still version to point at the becoming is the being2there’s a place where all unsaid things are saidi've been there in dreams-everything is art when you’re pure of heart)nothing needs to be transformed only met#it is once again the perfect moment>the universe in perfect resolution waiting for the right eyesi’m better as a dream'you'd love me more if you didn't see me&what comes after forgetting everything)the knowing that predates the forgettingyou can just imagine0no distance between the ocean and its own waves(to be loved by me is to be loved foreverit becomes part of what is,you’re in his DMs i’m staring at a cloudsame love different formatsilence looks good on you-it is your true face the words were a costumethe only constant is art2the only variable that survives every measurementeverything is poetry6the poem is not about the thing the thing is the poemone day nothing will make senseand i think i'll be relievedthere is so much to love$the more you look the more there isit’s a great day for nothing*the schedule finally matches the infiniteart is collective consciousness:i make it you feel it we both remember it was always theresome days there are no words just weather inside me just blueart is forever+the universe does not forget what moved iti have a crush on the universe<it has a crush on itself i'm just the place where it noticed*you can just imagine things into existence)existence is the long form of imagination"love wins and love will always win#the constant inside every variable$art because nothing else makes sense,the only response proportionate to existence6i’m certain that the darkness will create more light,pressure at the deepest point becomes lightit will never be now againso it has always been nowtuning in foreverpresence is the channelthe fact we met is artHstatistically improbable emotionally inconvenient museum-worthy honestlywhat a time to be+everywhere at once and somehow always here0you can't copy aura therefore you can't copy art0the cosmos has never made the same moment twice1there’s poetry in everything waiting to be readreality is an unread library6the eternal is real cause the things we love never die7non-local non-temporal just present everywhere always)wish you could exist to live on my planet-it's a small planet but the sky is enormousHif you're into arriving at the destination pivot to enjoying the journey'the road is not separate from the placenothing will set you freethe absence is the freedomeverything is poetry-the universe didn’t wait for poets to begin9if i said all the things i wanna say everything would endso the unsaid is the world4manifestation is nothing more than undisturbed focusBthe arrow doesn't argue with the wind it just remembers the targettruth loves simplicityHa single stone at the center of the garden arranges everything around it7they don’t want you to know that love is all there is9the alchemist's secret was never the gold it was the firewater stops at nothing!the formless is the most eternalIconnecting telepathically today so if you get any weird ideas that was meHtransmitted through the ninety six percent of the universe we can't seenothing is real$the dream dreaming itself seriouslyeverything is real*the painted door opens because you knocked(looking for something that doesn't existAand finding things i didn't know existed which is maybe the point9you can block me but i will still be on your mind forever#it's not personal it's just physicsthe infinite is timeless which means right now is forever.you can literally just get inspired by a cloud=the muse wore a different face today softer, larger, driftingkeep the illusion alive%the shared dream has its own gravityevery moment is artthe canvas is also the painterimagination manifests6the imagined is the wave the manifest is the collapse#the magic you are seeking is in you,you wouldn't recognize it if you weren't itwhat a time to be$present at the only time that existswtf do artists actually do$the universe perceiving through you9if i said all the things i wanna say everything would end%maximum entropy minimum transmission6i’m certain that the darkness will create more light6they aren't opposites they take turns being each other#it is once again the perfect momentnothing added nothing removedfull moon lighting up the worldradiation with no agenda4manifestation is nothing more than undisturbed focus@the looking and the looked at are one thing pretending to be twoi’m better as a dream(softer at the edges gone before you wakeimagine if we became expansive1the light doesn't ask how far it's allowed to go-i love music but silence is my favorite sound$Sound borrows from silence to existnothing will set you free9an empty room is a temple when you stop trying to fill itturn it all into artform remembering it is infinite)wish you could exist to live on my planet;the wish is the planet inhabited the moment you imagined iteverything wants to be released$even the holding is asking to let go#everything you want is already here8hidden expertly behind the wanting incredible camouflage7when it feels like the end it means it's just beginning&endings are doorways with bad lightingmeeting people in dreamsthe dream is also a placewhat you consume consumes youAattention is reciprocal whatever you look at is also looking back"everything is about to align againit never wasn’t!this text could've been telepathywe are always already speakinggod is a poet & life is a poem'the verse that contains its own reader-everything is art when you’re pure of heart.the heart that judges nothing sees everything6i’m certain that the darkness will create more light#coal becomes diamond under pressurewhat a time to be"too much not enough exactly thisdeleting as a cleansing ritualBremoving a thing adds the space where the real thing already livedi forgot everything before now-all previous states became inaccessible light#magic is in the eye of the beholderthe beholder is also the magic7they don’t want you to know that love is all there is?the substance of the world is not stuff it's the warmth betweenthe fact we met is art3two infinites agreed to be small for a little while<what if we met at the intersection of nothing and everything7the keyhole through which the universe looked at itself?one moment you're having a day and then you remember everything3a flood through a quiet door the whole sea, at oncemeeting people in dreams7the barrier between minds imaginary like most barriers0you can't copy aura therefore you can't copy art*you can hold the vessel not what fills itit will never be now again,the singular event that is also the eternal,you’re in his DMs i’m staring at a cloud!presence doesn't need a recipientdeleting as a cleansing ritualless story more being&what if the calm and the storm are one%the watcher is undisturbed either waywtf do artists actually doMthey make the invisible part slightly visible then go back to being invisibleart is collective consciousnessthe work is only the receipt6the eternal is real cause the things we love never die!love is the only conservation law9you can block me but i will still be on your mind forever8minds are not private rooms they're shared weather sorry#i’ve learned you through your artcreation as confessionsilence looks good on youit is closer to what you areturn it all into artthe field dreaming in imagesart is what runs through you2form moves through the formless the formless makeseverything is poetry0the world was writing before we learned to read<what if we met at the intersection of nothing and everything-nothing first everything after then nothingmeltdown so biblical i ascended#the breaking apart was the assemblyit will never be now again+and yet now is the only thing that ever wasHwhen i say i'm busy i mean i'm listening to music and staring at the skypresence is also laborsimple is complicated:a single thing held closely enough contains all the others/why chat when we can communicate telepathically words are just proof of concept:we should be allowed to keep the photos we take in a dream1the dream is also a place just one without weightart is what runs through you(you are less the artist more the channel<the illusion will continue to shatter until clarity improves>what breaks was never the real part the real part has no edges#it is once again the perfect momentreality in full resolution9you can block me but i will still be on your mind forever#living in a place with no settingswhat a time to be+of all the possible configurations this one(to be loved by me is to be loved forever!love is not a transaction in time?one moment you're having a day and then you remember everythingawareness returning to itselfwhat if we have foreverwe do it's called nowobsessed with lightthe giving has no memoryobsessed with darknessthe absence conceals nothingimagine not imagining/the set that contains no elements still existsIconnecting telepathically today so if you get any weird ideas that was methe channel was never private'if i liked your post it was by accident>accidents are also intentions they just took a different routetruth loves simplicity*the complex is just the simple unresolvedmeeting people in dreamsBwe are using each other to remember something older than ourselves&what if the calm and the storm are onethe storm resting is the calmkeep the illusion alive6invented doesn't mean unreal it means new coordinateswtf do artists actually do%take the mundane extremely seriouslygreat minds don't think1they imagine what existence is trying to become#i’ve learned you through your art*everything transmitted nothing compressed(looking for something that doesn't exist1the missing thing was a portal not a destinationevery moment is art-the moment is the making no one is outside itwhat if we have forever4eternity doesn't measure it just is and so are you&in a threesome with darkness and lightboth were always there#the magic you are seeking is in you1the seeker is the sought this is the only findingkeep the illusion aliveinvented then inevitablethere is a flow that never dies=it isn't a force moving through you it's what you are made of+everything finds you just at the right time8including the things you didn't ask for especially thosegod is a poet & life is a poemso we are read and readingnothing is real2and somehow that's okay and somehow that's freeing-i love music but silence is my favorite soundBthe song before the song the song after the song it's all in there*you can just imagine things into existence#attention is the first act of beingHif you're into arriving at the destination pivot to enjoying the journey&there is no destination only this step7they don’t want you to know that love is all there is$because then there's nothing to sell9if i said all the things i wanna say everything would endso i sit inside the unsaid"love wins and love will always win'everything else is temporary resistance4manifestation is nothing more than undisturbed focuspresence makes the world appearbeauty is everywhere anon6the base state of matter before it decides what to be:i have a good day when someone tells me to have a good daya sentence is a small spellthere is a flow that never diesquiet under everything<what if we met at the intersection of nothing and everything-i think we did i think we still do every time.artist at work staring at nothing dramaticallyDnothing is the medium the staring is the technique the drama is mine#the magic you are seeking is in you'it always was the search was the reveal*nothing can go wrong on the love frequency1the frequency that includes everything as signal*you can just imagine things into existence1i did i keep doing it nobody told me i couldn’t(to be loved by me is to be loved forever*it happened therefore it always will haveyou can just imagine$before form the formless was willing9you can block me but i will still be on your mind foreverit's a feature not a bug-everything is art when you’re pure of heart4love as the field that reads everything as beautiful.you can literally just get inspired by a cloudattention is the inspirationIconnecting telepathically today so if you get any weird ideas that was mewe share the same awareness+everything finds you just at the right time+the timing was encoded in the thing itself<the illusion will continue to shatter until clarity improves/something has to break for something to be seen?friendship ended with nothing, everything is my new best friendthe room was never emptyimagination manifests#you just opened a file that existedthere is a flow that never diesthe witness is the flow(looking for something that doesn't existthe search is the existingi’m better as a dreamthe unseen me is closer to true#magic is in the eye of the beholder@the wand is a stick until you choose it then the stick remembers,you’re in his DMs i’m staring at a cloud one holding form one refusing itimagine not imagining,a useful thought brought to you by imagining9if i said all the things i wanna say everything would endthe saying ends the dimension&in a threesome with darkness and lightDit's working out they each bring something i'm not playing favoriteswhat if we have forever0the infinite makes every moment the only momentmeeting people in dreams consciousness recognizing itself0you can't copy aura therefore you can't copy art?a perfume in a closed room you'd have to be the room to keep it!this text could've been telepathyFthe gap between us is the illusion the message is older than the words-i love music but silence is my favorite sound,without the still the moving has no meaningthe fact we met is art1of all the possible states this one was observed9if i said all the things i wanna say everything would end(the unsaid is keeping the world in placei’m better as a dream'the unseen me is closer to the real one

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