That the senses, double edged, are quite the needle, thorn or tooth. And the spirit craves the senses beyond senses that we know just when we do. That these senses are true life but life here doesn't know them as the truth. That we're built little middlemen with greater tasks to hand these torches to the youth, to ditch the mask and barely state that we are bare but made great only through the means of little faith. A good night kiss, a mustard seed
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:07
I really like your handwriting. And also, I really, really love that last part. A good night kiss. A mustard seed. Beautiful
Arya Sunyata
@theheartdrive · 2:26
Hi, Levi. I love this piece. So it seems like we are pretty much on the same wavelength because I also wrote a piece called The Scene in years ago and I love this theme questioning what is it? Who is it that perceives in this seeming? What makes it? What composes it? How is this dream endless? How are we so convinced? And that awareness that knows even when you don't know or even when you're sleeping, it knows
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
Lehvi Pearl
@lehvipearl · 0:10
Thank you, Ro. I was actually a bit insecure about the handwriting on that one, but thank you so much. It always means a lot when you comment
Lehvi Pearl
@lehvipearl · 0:12
Thank you so much. It means a lot. And the analysis of it is pretty good, too. I love the insight and oh, yeah. Thank you