VISUAL PROMPT

by JD_Art @ instagram.com/jd_art_x

Is it a storm, is it magic, is it hope? Write a story or poem about what you see within this image.

Purple Clouds

Purple haze across the seas. There’s no other place I’d rather be. An insinuating sight with glamour and grandeur. The hills have brought it all together with galant splendor. Amongst the days I look out to thee. Underestimating my life makes me an amateur but not a trainee. The hills are said to have eyes however much of what I’ve heard in life are just straight lies. The fibs of the ignorant allow many to see it their own way. Every day we all wake up and ponder about life, each one of us working for some type of pay. But who stops to see the beauty of the greatness? The colors, the feelings, the perception, the rays of light. Knowledge comes to those who are known yet reality can be a lot of hype. Show me the truth, show me the Matrix, show me what’s behind the curtain. Knowing thyself will be the main forefront of all who truly claim to already be certain. Let’s take a day or take ten or take a thousand. Every moment one spends alone in silence is the spiritual work of ten thousand. But the one you want to desire is truly the one you want to be. At the end of the day, it’s always you, it’s always them, it’s always me. We are here to grow and learn, to evolve and to become something new. Allowing things to come and go is the appropriate kin and kingdom of Anu. Mindfulness and greatness are the tools of God and the Heavens. When we look up above we see ourselves and our brethren, our ancestors, and redemption. Much love, Namaste!
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