every evening i move this basket of cloth off the couch bed over to the table bench. i move the stack of books. Make my bed. In the morning the basket is across from me. It's cover of the worn pillow cover, from when Tazmeena would camp out on any basket. There's some cloth on there that i was looking at. So everymorning it is my companion, this arrangement of cloth. We sit. Enjoy each other. Very much.
so…here….? The word that comes is
the Subliminals. Subliminal being commonly defined as: of a stimulus or mental process below the threshold of sensation or consciousness, perceived by or affecting someone's mind without their being aware of it
what if the Subliminals are in fact, occurences of the Earth, the doings of the myriad Things, the Thousand Things, nudging us. Talking TO us? Requesting. What if they are ABOVE that Threshold? Asking More?
in the bottom left corner you might get a sense of the green. Its such a gentle subtle green grey. I love it so much.


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