tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691196495345227095.post5069118925597425126..comments2023-06-29T08:00:54.658-07:00Comments on ...miles to go before i sleep: the science behind artBenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00723952918523398481noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691196495345227095.post-67038800294592867092010-01-29T20:25:24.974-08:002010-01-29T20:25:24.974-08:00explosion of appearances... as a metaphor to?explosion of appearances... as a metaphor to?meerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04478881804236854482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691196495345227095.post-53651340647276891972009-11-25T12:30:48.543-08:002009-11-25T12:30:48.543-08:00like it very much to ponder on the images you crea...like it very much to ponder on the images you create.. like this one:<br /><br />Time went wild<br />to slow and diminish<br />the explosion of appearances<br /><br />wow! going wild to slow... this is saying a lot!human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691196495345227095.post-24310087504708758612009-11-25T12:27:40.081-08:002009-11-25T12:27:40.081-08:00making you
what you are
YES!
loved the way you u...making you<br />what you are<br /><br />YES!<br /><br />loved the way you unraveled the subject little by little... and so softly... <br /><br />feel it deeply... what you're talking about... <br /><br />and seems in the real world we are on the same page too... i was reading you in my reader when your comment popped in my mail...<br />:)<br /><br />really enjoyed my visit here... as always... hope to read more form you, my dear understanding friend...<br /><br />love and peace to youhuman beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691196495345227095.post-59838502371132188892009-11-24T09:51:10.514-08:002009-11-24T09:51:10.514-08:00Ahhh there you are Ben, beautiful as usual. You ha...Ahhh there you are Ben, beautiful as usual. You have captured that special wake/sleep time of the night when the mind is free to roam imaginations highways.chookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11955915096284183271noreply@blogger.com