All summer
Scorching suns
baked animals and plants
turning rocks into sand
All things art
All summer
Scorching suns
baked animals and plants
turning rocks into sand
Maybe synchronicities are natural kinds. They exist when they appear as fields because of alikeness against their own environment or surrounding. Like archetypes rising from pre-existing potential into being when summoned by the drive from the psyche to manifests or express its being or becoming.
What is not tied together by logic, causation or natural force but still emerges as meaningful, valuable, playful and directional. Our culture is fluid with coincidences. Nobody is looking for them. Nothing is causing them. But from it new meaning emerges. New ideas and concepts of expression and life.
There’s a dragon with matches that’s loose on the town.
Mind your step
Mind the planet
Mind the upside down
Un-mind your self
other dimensional
Art = inspiration * effort/time2
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Just
Hold on
Where is the dance
After the dance?
Where is the mind
After the body?