White Blossoms

from by The Quickening



White blossoms bloom like morning eyes; unfurling into open skies. Void of questions, free from doubt, nothing lacking, time is now beyond perfection. Without a sound: without a name, they speak truth words cannot contain. Nothing to seek, no body to seek it; white blossoms... there’s nothing holy, nothing sacred. And when they fall there is no grief, philosophies, comforts beliefs, self contraction, separation, entertainment or distraction.


from White Blossoms, released April 5, 2009



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