Buried treasure is entombed in all who seek vibrations.
Sound reveals all with various notes of communication.
Listening is sacred, the sensation of non-verbal translation.
Hearing the harmony of energy is artfully the maker of memory.
Melodies dynamize the cerebrum,
unlocking the latches of your mental treasury.
Learn to control your body’s resonance,
and you will perceive the music of consciousness.
Reverberate within yourself, and discover sensory provenance.
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Kale Sinclair
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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