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O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the mist of years, How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine!
Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight
nocturnal purple.
Sometimes in the corner of my eye, I saw a girl running through the loft. A see-through girl, a silhouette. She looked the way the world looks without my glasses. Vaguely hued, indistinct. She looked the way a body looks underwater, lost in the blur of bubble and wave.
I'm painting moments. Unrepeatable, singular moments of light.
I am wrapped round with phrases, like damp straw; I glow, phosphorescent.
His reflection in her big, owl eyes hung there, faceless. She stared through him, burned through him, cut through him. She was horrifying, electrifying. He couldn't escape her in his head, and soon the way she moved colorless, speechless, was like a nightmare he wanted to stay in forever.
From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow ... The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
eyes: so transparently enslaved by the soul
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
Silvery dancing strands that seemed the pure play of light, light as evanescent news, ideas borne on light.
Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like - Here Mr. Brown paused again. Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten.
Mysterious power, whence hope ethereal springs!
Sweet heavenly relic of eternal things!
Inspiring oft deep thoughts of things divine:
The past, the present, and the future time.
Thy reminiscences transport the soul
To memory?s Paradise?its future goal.
Sawbeaked epitome of bodiless Idea, tossed by gusts of ether, dive Through abstract mists and raid the sea of fact Eat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, press Form's flesh around thought's rib, and so derive From the act of beauty, beauty of the act.
Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.
You are already a VIP - a vibrational interference pattern. Your vibration is as specific and unique to you as your fingerprint.
A streak of presence surrounded by a dim glow of absence.
You yourself may not be luminous, but you are a conductor of light.
Spiderlike, I spin mirrors,
Loyal to my image.
As surely as you are a living man, so surely did that spectral anatomy visit my room again last night, grin in my face, and walk away with my trousers: nor was I able to spring from my bed, or break the chain which seemed to bind me to my pillow.
At the window of my room, I catch my reflection in the glass. Shaggy black hair. Sneer.I look like a hungry ghost, glowering in at a world I am no longer fit to be a part of.
A human being is only breath and shadow.
You are a being of light composed of cells of light joined together in a matrix.
Evanescent like ice that is melting away;
I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire [...] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and hum along. Bloody footprints trail; bloody fingers smear the walls.
Pusillanimous. Talisman.
Just like the bright sun, I am a radiant being. Others feel safe and warm in my presence.
Rhosh, remember the being's skin, smooth, dark brown skin, like this one's skin, and the being's hair. The hair was the same, thick like this and with loose curls and the very same golden streak in it, only broader and on the right side of the head.
Her black brows, her reddish-tawny hair and the pure red and white of her complexion defied the searching decomposing radiance: she might have been some fabled creature whose home was in a beam of light.
Day and night I try, in my studio with its six two-thousand watt suns, balancing between the extremes of the impossible, to shake loose the real from the unreal, to give visions body, to penetrate into unknown transparencies.
Although you appear in earthly form Your essence is pure Consciousness. You are the fearless guardian of Divine Light.
Heavenly Bastard in the Sky
[This legendary Amazonian substance is] a cybernetic transdimentional medium of some sort that is generated out of the mysteries of the physiology of the human body.
Caught Beauty , held to light, now apes A good, now evil, thing the shifting sign And spectrum of archaic, psychic shapes.
The full ethereal round, Infinite worlds disclosing to the view, Shines out intensely keen; and all one cope Of starry glitter glows from pole to pole. THE
My aura is psychedelic, flow non-prehistoric metamorphic boric like acid no hat tricks a classic so park that ass like Jurassic
Entranced by the flight of a raven, I watch its shadow move effortlessly against golden, shimmering granite. I long to be that free, flying above the cluttered world of normalcy, where so many are half alive.
Like electricity running through her body or the thick velvet of magic making everything tingle; she was hot and cold and shivering from both, her sense in total overload.
- City of Ghosts
When a shadow flits across the landscape of the soul where is the substance?
his torchlight Jason suddenly felt very scared. A chill passed through his body and he shivered. Special
We're using gradients of light as an auric measurement, a quantified auric measurement of the ascension of consciousness from the relatively sensorial, material perceptions of existence to the more refined spiritual perceptions of existence.
Incomprehensible spirit , sometimes light , sometimes sea.
To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones ...
Spooky wild and gusty; swirling dervishes of rattling leaves race by, fleeing the windflung deadwood that cracks and thumps behind.
You're like part human, part rainbow.
Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.
White is fearful to gaze upon for too long: it is the color of shrouds; it is all-color, the prism fused, undifferentiated, linked wave to wave and particle to particle.
Proposition IX. Radiant light consists in Undulations of the Luminiferous Ether.
I could compare my music to white light which contains all colours. Only a prism can divide the colours and make them appear; this prism could be the spirit of the listener.
Everyone thinks I'm ethereal. But I'm not like that, you know. I'm not ethereal. Well, I might have a little bit of that quality to me, that 'old soul' thing, but I'm not ethereal.
True pillar of subtle light embrace humanity between dimensions, they are serene consciousness washing the pains of all soul's.
The storms inside uncoil
into sky held calm by far seeing eyes
Memories dressed in the translucent
trickery of the mind,
so as to wear life upon themselves,
give up their tired dance and run
into free frequency
From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
the flicker of a memory
is all we can cling to
for our cherished ghosts
From "Cat Paws on a Windscreen
Even in warmest
glow
how cold my shadow
Ll dark hair and blue smudges in the moonlight.
Even the sky a hybrid - here clean and black and starred, there roiling with a brusque signature of cloud or piled in strata like folded linen or the interior of rock.
She was transparent, like a watercolor. As if she were about to dissolve in sound, in tones not yet created.
Of all this, I am to be specter! *
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.
Colours in vibration, peeling like silver bells and clanging like bronze bells, proclaiming happiness, passion and love, soul, blood and death.
Gorgeous, glowing rays of light ... This was what true beauty and goodness looked like
a spectral, luminescent gathering of beings so pure it hurt to look directly at them, like the most glorious eclipse, or maybe Heaven itself.
Life can be seen through several spectrums of light, but it's the person who is doing the soul searching that defines what they may see.
The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.
vague as a soft copper pulse of moonlight through blossoming sea coast fog.
Her soul is a kaliedoscope
Bursting with every shade and hue
But shift your gaze ever so slightly
And she's something entirely new.
It's a night for shimmering, for catching the light just so.
Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me.
Like a flash of lightning between the clouds, we live in the flicker.
I seem to be a brief light that flashes but once in all the aeons of time a rare, complicated, and all-too-delicate organism on the fringe of biological evolution , where the wave of life bursts into individual, sparkling, and multicolored drops that gleam for a moment ... only to vanish forever.
We stand for a use of color free from the imitation of things as colored objects. We stand for an aerial vision in which the material of color is expressed in all of the manifold possibilities our subjectivity can create.
A rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar.
And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!
Everything that's alive has an etheric counterpart.
The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.
Your shadow stealthily leaves nothing of where you go, like a poisoned needle that sews together my footsteps. Your light pliantly strikes the water tower, like a lightning bolt that severs the source of my life. -Soifon
The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness.
The adept may reach one of those rare moments that spell illumination
aware of the light of the consciousness that illumines our consciousness as the sun dawns on the sleeping earth and bathes it in effulgence.
I am almost equal to a shadow.
I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind's passage through the world, achieve in the end some kind of whole made of shivering fragments.
I see Ethan Dexter; he shines for me. And I burn hotter than the sun when I'm in his orbit.
Eyes like amber cast in sun, skin and hair of firelit gold. Formed to war, courage as none, beauty to behold.' You are Reginleit the Radiant.
Playing along in the yard,
The blue sky sparkles against the earthly green,
Creating such harmony!
A pond, nearby.
Untroubled waters mirrors the ether's dreams.
A grand echo of my Divine Heart!
I am One
Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
PICTURE OF LIGHT is luminous and genuinely transcendent ...
You are spiky spring
Humming Summer, wings that
beat
Back ghosts of winter.
I am glimmerless.
Asexual, aseasonal, rectangular, slick palette of blacks, touches of pure grays and intense dark blues.
She might be a little introverted, livelier of movement than of conversation, neither bashful nor forward, with a soul that seemed submerged, but in a radiant moistness. Opalescent on the surface but translucent in her depths ...
Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.
Hither and thither spins The wind-borne mirroring soul, A thousand glimpses wins, And never sees a whole.
His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I
Where oceans bleed into the sky..
He was fireworks and radiance, glare and tingling frostbite.
We are served by organic ghosts, he thought, who, speaking and writing, pass through this our new environment. Watching, wise, physical ghosts from the full-life world, elements of which have become for us invading but agreeable splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former heart.
Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
The subtle physical body is made up of strands of luminous energy, and the energies are flowing through them constantly in the etheric plane. Above the subtle body is the causal body.
player hummed for a second, then sweet sad acoustic guitar filled the air, arpeggiated cascades that transformed the cramped space of the room. The voice that followed was smoky and haunting, filled with loss:
Life - God - in its essence is vibration.