our hands

we are holographic fragments of the great central infinity sky being....
wherever we are, if we raise our hands-antennas, we materialize
the highness' spectra
We are part of the unknown that sonorizes, the
presence of breathing...
Wherever we are, we rise the inner flight if we want...there's the
bridge that raises the hands towards the highness of the own being
as if the sky and the clouds was corporeal paintings, as in days of indigenous
and paganist reverence gatherings...
we are the dance when it's about to born....said the one who suddenly
started to dance ......and never stopped dancing........

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