Psyche your marvel—nature’s decorated ornament—there nature has perched you on wings sublime—there you float in the air like the strings of the harp being plucked— you colorful entity—you music of nature—you marvel of God’s creation –there you go like the psalms being said—you are a psychedelic halo—a gaze of a seer—a magic for the soul—a cantata for the heart.
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I am a Hellenic Philistine driven by the mad pursuit of aestheticism, an existential nihilist and post modern deconstructionist. I am also a Christian Apologist. View all posts by Anand Bose