#enlighenment

Infinite Ohms and Heavy Feet Poetry, Fiction, and AI Art Showcase Infinite Ohms infinite ohms currents, resistance still ... the air, never exhausted The Snake and the Rhinoceros The snake begrudged the

Crisp Autumn Day crisp Autumn day a burnt umber shawl wrapped in the arms of the errant I fall in love hope is recovered with the retiring sun From the Wisp Bara left the park and crossed Main Mall, a

Roll the Bones we are the last ones left alive you and me, and them encased and calcified tossed about a vacuum by a spiral arm with a fascination for near misses and pyrotechnics roll the bones; roll

Autumnal Journeys Excerpt from the Wisp ... Windfall was surrounded by forest on three sides, with the ocean on the fourth, and it wasn’t hard to see how the town had gotten its name. She turned onto Windfall

Current, Course current course erosion, sediment streams, ripples your reflection power Soil-Smudged sheaths, inky soil-smudged digits braille runes on the wind article my soul Cellared Stripped of shade

Bangs Alright, Hivelanders, you are looking at a pretty big change for me. I have had very long and pretty much uniformly length hair for some years now. But looking at pop-culture, it appears that bangs

Autumn Bows Low a diminishing sun cuts surreal shadows dances a la Dali temperatures plummet the atmosphere is whetted sharp, crisp and sanguine terrifying, yet thrilling Autumn bows low deciduous sheaves

Honey-Combed Caches blushing felines pretty in pink in a garden green a hushed translucent air, stillness a brownian, rose-colored mirror the static and buzzing queen awakens vicariously stalks her own

Brownian Vapour Dark clouds hard rain, petrichor malignancy to Brownian vapour Sometime I get quippy. From my X account Nothing steals our joy and positivity like resentment. Forgive ... it is for you.

Rushing rushing through the moment without note a stream without color, splash or watery whispers an abject loss of the sensory fullness to the spectre of the future that will never arrive Bumbles in Squash

Strings* (1/2) scent and musk pheromones vibrate through the vines fractals and waves stamen and carpel do not misplay or deceive the song is simple universal petals unfold and quiver vibrato with perfect

17 The horse that loves the guide Will follow without knot or grip The guide who loves the horse Will pull with a light knot and loose grip A tight knot and grip is for the horse That fears the guide A

The Game Played Times are tumultuous. Things are changing rapidly, moving forward and reverting back. Steem has split and a new Hive is born. Fear of a contagion breaks some apart and brings some closer

80 Many have interpreted the 80th verse from the Tao Te Ching as a suggestion that the Taoist remain always close to his physical home, keep things simple, and avoid unnecessary physical creation. For

As a survivor of ritual abuse, I often feel that people view the torture I underwent as a child as something that happened to me. But, in fact, it happened to the whole world, just in different ways. One