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Title: Afara Aka Post by: Eja on February 17, 2007, 06:14:34 PM The turn of a word
like smoke uncurling from incense burning. The slow curl within which I see infinity yes time unfolding into nothingness the slow turn that I sense twice this sinous flow that makes its own time and in time inspires the hand that carves that writes and the mind that beholds this new theme that connects with another aspect of the infinite And so is born a thing where before there was nothing. Brother Only when I hear what hears me is that circle complete Yes Father. Sister Only when I touch what touches me is that circle made perfect Yes Mother. Afara Aka the Surface of the Infinite is the burning end from which smoke uncurls the smoke seen then inhaled in part and returned in part as it turned upward back into nothing and upward back into everything. Afara Aka, your children no longer knew why they should keep ascending Infinite waters, your children sought a shore the voice of fear had triumphed. Your children sought solid earth to stand on the voice of fear was victorious. So they leapt from your currents into that which proclaimed itself a bountiful ocean. They shook off your waters and descended into that which mimics your form while declaring itself to be everything. It promises enchanting shores this stagnant pond that disguises itself as a bountiful ocean. Title: Re: Afara Aka Post by: afrikanrebel06 on February 17, 2007, 10:13:28 PM assante sane for that beautiful gem, afuraka. thats beattiful! [smiley=2thumbsup.gif]
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