Regarding the orography of the self in a plane of peace, the summit of integrity exists where cogitations rise above abled angles to spaces of fabled angels.
As state supine lines mind towards the divine, simi-dimi becomes every other position of non-fruition.
Scene of a still sea under a me may seem akin to an anchorite’s retreat, but that it may play behind any meditative lids is what truly makes it neat.
Reviews parse thoughts so exhalations may seed them away to forgiving fields; in-breaths are then welcomed for both life growths and life heals. : )