Organ(ic) versus surface.
We can’t change organs without changing who we are on the surface. Purple and blue tissu and cells. Its all laden with unspeakable personality; colliding rationals. Pulsing. Expressing. Over all of your mindless meditation. Balance in the pelvic bowl. Push forth past boundaries: expulsion of unnecessary and revocable clutter. Swinging. Swaying. Breathing freedom. Being free from falsities. Salivating at the sight of an open field or sea. Here I am, shouting past disaster, past dividends of factual intelligence or classical institutes. Here I am, open and free to be flooded with fire or water.
Today, move across those boundaries. Bond with the opposition and create a shield sans barriers. “Soldiers in the army of love.” Today, bend over backwards. So literally.
I believe 